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I have heard thousands of confessions, but never one of covetousness.
COMPULSION, n. The eloquence of power.
Love that wants only to get, to possess, is a monstrous thing
Those who covet much suffer from the want.
Though we take from a covetous man all his treasure, he has yet one jewel left; you cannot bereave him of his covetousness.
Even the most beautiful scenery is no longer assured of our love after we have lived in it for three months, and some distant coast attracts our avarice: possessions are generally diminished by possession.
Unlawful pleasure, trenching on another's rights, is delusive and envenomed pleasure-its hollowness disappoints at the time, its poison cruelly tortures afterwards, its effects deprave forever.
We often pride ourselves on even the most criminal passions, but envy is a timid and shamefaced passion we never dare to acknowledge.
2. Greed, or acquisitive desire.
Desire is a pain which seeks easement through possession.
Our life on earth is, and ought to be, material and carnal. But we have not yet learned to manage our materialism and carnality properly; they are still entangled with the desire for ownership.
Even the pleasant things in life are grasped after with an unwarranted desire which overestimates the pleasure they will give, and is accompanied by a constant fear of their loss.
When someone covets something they desire and lust over it.Usually it's something they can't have. You've always had that problem ...
There is power in ambition, pleasure in luxury ... but envy can gain nothing but vexation.
Possessions. The very word is potent - suggestive as it is of ownership both material and erotic. To possess. Possession. Possessed.
What vice could be worse than covetousness? What is more sinful than slander? For one who is truthful, what need is there for austerity? For one who has a clean heart, what is the need for pilgrimage?.
An envious heart makes a treacherous ear.
There are moods in which one feels the impulse to enter a tacit protest against too gross an appetite for pure aesthetics in this starving and sinning world. One turns half away, musingly, from certain beautiful useless things.
There is no such thing as material covetousness. All covetousness is spiritual ... Any so-called material thing that you want is merely a symbol: you want it not for itself, but because it will content your spirit for the moment.
Calumny is the offspring of Envy.
No man esteems anything that comes to him by chance; but when it is governed by reason, it brings credit both to the giver and receiver; whereas those favors are in some sort scandalous that make a man ashamed of his patron.
The delight that consumes the desire, The desire that outruns the delight.
Our coveting exposes that we have set our hearts upon earthly gain. The more we seek our treasure outside of Christ, the more we falsely believe that God is lacking in His goodness to us. Essentially, our coveting accuses God of a failure to reign well over the events in our lives. Failing
That which we obtain too easily, we esteem too lightly.
The richness of the world, all artificial pleasures, have the taste of sickness and give off a smell of death in the face of certain spiritual possessions.
The covetous are always in want.
Is romantic yearning an appetite for [H]eaven, or is it the ultimate refinement of covetousness?
All envy is proportionate to desire; we are uneasy at the attainments of another, according as we think our own happiness would be advanced by the addition of that which he withholds from us.
The vague torment of ... ambition.
When all sinnes grow old, coveteousnesse is young.
UXORIOUSNESS, n. A perverted affection that has strayed to one's own wife.
[T]hat mutual jealousy, that intolerantly keen edge of criticism, that irrational hunger for a beautiful perfection, that life and wisdom do presently and most mercifully dull.
The heaven of the envied is hell for the envious.
If we are to say no to covetousness, we must learn to say yes to contentment. This involves learning to be content with what we have (Hebrews 13:5). Much of our discontentment may be traced to expectations that are essentially selfish and more often than not completely unrealistic.
We hate merit while it is with us; when taken away from our gaze, we long for it jealously.
Envy has been, is, and shall be, the destruction of many. What is there, that Envy hath not defamed, or Malice left undefiled? Truly, no good thing.
Conscience and covetousness are never to be reconciled; like fire and water they always destroy each other, according to the predominancy of the element.
Everything that we see about us that we count is our possessions only comprises a loan from God, and it is when we lose sight of this all-pervading truth that we become greedy and covetous.
The desire of posthumous fame and the dread of posthumous reproach and execration are feelings from the influence of which scarcely any man is perfectly free, and which in many men are powerful and constant motives of action.
Under all wrongdoing lies personal vanity or the feeling that we are endowed and privileged beyond our fellows.
Envy is the ulcer of the soul.
A certain shame or bashfulness attached itself to whatever one deeply and privately enjoyed.
Envy is a deadly sin!
When we experience inner impoverishment, love for another too easily becomes hunger: for reassurance, for acclaim, for affirmation of our worth.
The faults of a man loved or honoured sometimes steal secretly and imperceptibly upon the wise and virtuous, but by injudicious fondness or thoughtless vanity are adopted with design.
Virtue is the giving of undeserved.
Emulation is active virtue; envy is brooding malice.
A sort of egotistical self-evaluation is unavoidable in those joys in which erudition and art mingle and in which aesthetic pleasure may become more acute, but not remain as pure.
Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
JEALOUSY - The Art of counting the blessings of others instead of recognizing your own.
~Elissa Gabrielle
The acquisitive instinct is incompatible with true appreciation of beauty
The greed of gain has no time or limit to its capaciousness. Its one object is to produce and consume. It has pity neither for beautiful nature nor for living human beings. It is ruthlessly ready without a moment's hesitation to crush beauty and life.
Envy is a kind of praise.
Prudery is a kind of avarice, the worst of all.
The covetous person lives as if the world were made altogether for him, and not he for the world.
There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire: it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism.
favormeThe mind is a terrible thing.
That incessant envy wherewith the common rate of mankind pursues all superior natures to their own.
Gratitude - the meanest and most snivelling attribute in the world.
I have an acute sense of delicacy. Naturally I am prejudiced in favour of virtue.
("The Accursed Cordonnier")
Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.
Envy is one of the scorpions of the mind, often having little to do with the objective, external world ...
Envy, like a false mirror, distorts the symmetry of the sweetest form.
Not to be covetous, is money; not to be a purchaser, is a revenue.
We covet what is guarded; the very care invokes the thief. Few love what they may have.
I don't believe that there is a human creature in his senses, arrived to maturity, that at some time or other has not been carried away by this passion (sc. envy) in good earnest; yet I never met with any one who dared own he was guilty of it but in jest.
Love. The reason I dislike that word is that it means too much for me, far more than you can understand."
- Anna Karenina {Anna Karenina}
There are some sordid minds, formed of slime and filth, to whom interest and gain are what glory and virtue are to superior souls; they feel no other pleasure but to acquire money.
it is a pleasure, a kind of mild masochism, to have all the beautiful things belong to someone you love and none to yourself.
When we feel ourselves to be sole heirs of the universe, when "the sea flows in our veins ... and the stars are our jewels," when all things are perceived as infinite and holy, what motive can we have for covetousness or self-assertion, for the pursuit of power or the drearier forms of pleasure?
Power seems to confer on its possessor a mantle of superiority, specialness, and sexual potency, which the envious person desperately wants because he feels himself on some level to be inferior, unimportant, and impotent.
things: and the vanity of praise, and the inconstancy
Envy is the bond between the hopeful and the damned
Obscenity is our name for the uneasiness which upsets the physical state associated with self-possession, with the possession of a recognized and stable individuality.
In recompense, envy may be the subtlest - perhaps I should say the most insidious - of the seven deadly sins.
Admiration is one of the most bewitching, enthusiastic passions of the mind; and every common moralist knows that it arises from novelty and surprise, the inseparable attendants of imposture.
Innate in nearly every artistic nature is a wanton, treacherous penchant for accepting injustice when it creates beauty and showing sympathy for and paying homage to aristocratic privilege.
For what is there more hideous than avarice, more brutal than lust, more contemptible than cowardice, more base than stupidity and folly?
Jealousy is the fear or apprehension of superiority: envy our uneasiness under it.
A vice utterly at variance with the happiness of him who harbors it, and, as such, condemned by self-love.
That which we are not permitted to have we delight in; that which we can have is disregarded.
Luxury, that alluring pest with fair forehead, which, yielding always to the will of the body, throws a deadening influence over the senses, and weakens the limbs more than the drugs of Circe's cup.
Foul jealousy! that turnest love divine to joyless dread, and makest the loving heart with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine.
Be charitable before wealth makes you covetous.
Desire denied consumes
When money is unreasonably coveted, it is a disease of the mind which is called avarice.
Envy is littleness of soul.
Rich men are resolved to be astonished at nothing. When they see a masterpiece, they must needs at one glance recognize some flaw to dispense them from admiration, a vulgar emotion.
Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.
Ennui, the parent of expensive and ruinous vices.
jealousy is the grave of affection
The passion of acquiring riches in order to support a vain expense corrupts the purest souls.
Jealousy is the only vice that gives no pleasure
Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, Thou tyrant of the mind!
Jealousy, an eminently credulous and suspicious passion, allows fancy the greatest possible play. But it does not bestow wit, it banishes all sense.
Lack of desire is the greatest riches.
Envy, like a cold prison, benumbs and stupefies; and, conscious of its own impotence, folds its arms in despair.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
Envy, the meanest of vices, creeps on the ground like a serpent.
Envy is a passion so full of cowardice and shame that nobody ever had the confidence to own it.