The envious die not once, but as oft as the envied win applause.
To me the Muses truly gave An envied and a happy lot: E'en when I lie within the grave, I cannot, shall not, be forgot.
The rich are more envied by those who have a little, than by those who have nothing.
Though my friends envied me because I always seemed so cheerful and confident, I was secretly terrified of practically everything.
He will be loved when dead, who was envied when he was living.
I'm loved by some, hated by many, envied by most, yet wanted by all. (Josiah)
The famous are balloons far up in the sky, to be envied for their quiet freedom or shot down as enemies.
I love to be envied, and would not marry a wife that I alone could love; loving alone is as dull as eating alone.
Knowing few children of my age with whom to compare notes, I envied the children of literature to whom interesting things were always happening.
A poet should be so crafty with words that he is envied even for his pains.
Lovers who have nothing to do but love each other are not really to be envied; love and nothing else very soon is nothing else.
What a brave privilege is it to be free from all contentions, from all envying or being envied, from receiving or paying all kinds of ceremonies!
The heaven of the envied is hell for the envious.
I have always envied those Christians who were martyred for Christ Jesus our Lord. What a privilege to live for our Lord and to die for Him as well. I am filled to overflowing with joy; I am not only satisfied to be in prison. . . but am ready to give my life for the sake of Jesus Christ.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.
Greatness is always envied - it is only mediocrity that can boast of a host of friends.
He who has never envied the vegetable has missed the human drama.
She was thirty-nine. No, she did not envy her eighteen-year- old self at all. But she did envy, envied every day more bitterly, that young girl's genuine independence, largeness, scope, and courage.
The thing is that I am a member of that sad, ever-dwindling minority. . . the child of an unbroken home. I have carried this albatross since the age of eleven, when I started at grammar school. Not a day would pass without somebody I knew turning out to be adopted or illegitimate, or to have mothers who were about to hare off with some bloke, or to have dead fathers and shabby stepfathers. What busy lives they led. How I envied their excuses for introspection, their ear-marked receptacles for every just antagonism and noble loyalty.
They say teenagers can sleep all day. I often used to look at dogs and be amazed by the way they seemed to sleep for twenty hours a day. But I envied them too. It was the kind of lifestyle I could relate to. We didn't sleep for twenty hours, but we gave it our best shot.
