Jealous, adj. Unduly concerned about the preservation of that which can be lost only if not worth keeping.
Jealousy is the grave of affection.
If one of two lovers is loyal, and the other jealous and false, how may their friendship last, for Love is slain!
Passion can quickly slip to jealousy, or even hatred.
The knives of jealousy are honed on details.
People are taken aback by a confident, pretty girl who knows what she wants in life and isn’t going to let anyone get in her way. And you know what it’s all about? Jealousy.
Jealousy is just love and hate at the same time.
Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness, of hatred, of jealousy, and, most easily of all, the gate of fear.
It’s amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy.
Serious sport has nothing to do with fair play. It is bound up with hatred, jealousy, boastfulness, disregard of all rules and sadistic pleasure in witnessing violence. In other words, it is war minus the shooting.
Dogs are our link to paradise. They don’t know evil or jealousy or discontent.
Envy and jealousy are incurable diseases.
Because racism is not like jealousy or selfishness, it is not a primal urge or a basic instinct, it is a 400-year-old political and economic system that has infected our institutions, our culture and even our thinking.
Nature is at work. Character and destiny are her handiwork. She gives us love and hate, jealousy and reverence. All that is ours is the power to choose which impulse we shall follow.
It would be impossible to estimate how much time and energy we invest in trying to fix, change and deny our emotions – especially the ones that shake us at our very core, like hurt, jealousy, loneliness, shame, rage and grief.
Jealousy, greed, fear. We’re all full of these things. But also love and compassion. If you saw a drowning baby, it wouldn’t matter if you were wearing a tuxedo on the way to your own wedding. You’d jump in to save him.
The thermometer of success is merely the jealousy of the malcontents.
Jealousy is the worst trait in any person.
Jealousy would be far less torturous if we understood that love is a passion entirely unrelated to our merits.
Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.
I don’t think that you can fake warmth. You can fake lust, jealousy, anger; those are all quite easy. But actual, genuine warmth? I don’t think you can fake it.
Jealousy is a hell of a thing. There’s a reason it’s one of the deadly sins.
Jealousy lives upon doubts. It becomes madness or ceases entirely as soon as we pass from doubt to certainty.
In my experience lust only ever leads to misery. All that suspicion and jealousy and anguish it unleashes. I don’t want those things in my life.
I don’t get jealous of people. Jealousy is such a waste of time because you’re jealous of them, and they go about their lives and have a wonderful time, so what’s the point?
