Sentences with phrase «with envious eyes»

As the new Star Wars movie begins shooting on remote Skellig Michael off the Kerry coast, many across Europe and further afield will be looking with envious eyes to Ireland's latest, most spectacular screen coup.

We see athletes and celebrities on the TV and in magazines, many of whom are in simply fantastic shape, causing us to regard them with envious eyes.

Valverde left the club in the summer citing the unrest at boardroom level and how must the Mestalla hierarchy look on at the 49 year old with envious eyes as he sits in 4th place with Athletic Bilbao.

I look at Man City with envious eyes wishing that Arsenal had a fraction of the ambition they have... Instead we have Arsene Wenger with his constant excuses for failure...

With an envious eye on San Francisco's parcel tax plan, the board has already administered a costly voter survey, discussed parcel tax implications at recent board meetings, and all but invited the union to dream of an even bigger raise.

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We know, none so well, how stained is our national record; we know with what envious eyes our own business and military and political Ahabs regard the inheritance of Third World Naboths and take it, if necessary after bearing false witness against Naboth.

We can see the author smiling behind his pen at the countryman's foibles: the exquisite vizier of all Egypt casting envious eyes on those mangy, ragged creatures, worn with three grueling journeys through the desert!

Then we see clearly that all these things played no role in the thought of Jesus and his community, that they did not look with envious and longing eyes toward worldly splendor.

The tragic hero has need of tears and claims them, and where is the envious eye which would be so barren that it could not weep with Agamemnon; but where is the man with a soul so bewildered that he would have the presumption to weep for Abraham?

It'd be easy to say that I want a Russian oligarch or a Sheikh from the Middle East or whoever else with x amount of billion in the bank to buy my club but in truth, it'd be incredibly boring and I'd always be casting envious eyes over at clubs who are doing it «properly» so to speak.

They are all running the same race, and would rise above the virtue of morals, if they did not view each other with a suspicious and even envious eye.

I think we've all looked with frankly envious eyes at the success of the Newbery and Caldecott Medals, for example, and wished for something on that scale honoring adult books.

So on such trips when all the communal standard class seats are taken by people sprawled out asleep I've found myself casting envious eyes at the welcoming doors of the Executive VIP Airport Lounges, with their plush receptions staffed by welcoming airline employees, bright - eyed no whatever what ungodly hour it is, and imagining the delights that lay within.