I went to a girls’ school, and it was awful. The combination of my teenage anger and their jealousy meant I was always getting into fights. There was a lot of pulling of hair and scratching of faces and rolling around on the floor.
That is ever the way. ‘Tis all jealousy to the bride and good wishes to the corpse.
Jealousy is a human emotion, regardless of whether you’re a Branch Davidian or you’re whomever, outside in society.
Sure, I can get a little bit jealous. The good part about jealousy is that it comes from passion. It’s also the dangerous part and it’s an ugly emotion that hurts.
I hate jealousy, I hate possessiveness. I’m nobody’s possession.
I don’t get jealousy, I don’t get how people hate each other – I never did.
I like jealous men. I love jealousy. I do.
Jealousy is a scary thing.
No jealousy their dawn of love overcast, nor blasted were their wedded days with strife; each season looked delightful as it past, to the fond husband and the faithful wife.
I’ve been in rooms where people are discussing films that have yet to come out and saying delightedly, ‘Oh, I’ve heard it’s a disaster!’ The jealousy is unseemly.
In westerns, you meet a hardy bunch of characters. There is no jealousy on such pictures.
People don’t do theology in a vacuum but in a community with other theological thinkers, where there’s jealousy, vanity, hurt pride, all those things.
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.
There never was one particle of… jealousy… in the heart of Hyrum Smith.
Feeling we have to be constantly updated about the lives of our friends and that everything we say has to be out there leads to frustration, anger and jealousy much more than it leads to anything else.
People can do all kinds of things that maybe aren’t wise in hindsight because of jealousy.
Lovers may be – and indeed generally are – enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.
It would be beautiful to be able to walk up and down Peckham still, because I love it; it’s where I grew up. But it just doesn’t work. There are a lot of people who love you but there’s jealousy too.
I saw my friends in medical school seeming to be more engaged with the real world. That provoked a sort of jealousy, and I decided to go to medical school after all.
There’s really not much friendship between the girls on tour. There’s so much rivalry and jealousy, so everyone just hangs out in their own camp. In the locker room and players’ lounge, you can feel the jealousy.
It’s a completely useless emotion – jealousy. I don’t go there.
When I see a good singer, I get teary-eyed. Part of it is jealousy because all comedians are frustrated rock stars. That’s a fact.
I want my books to explore motives which make people think, ‘Wow! Imagine the psychological state you’d have to be in for that to be your motive!’ Whereas things like blackmail, jealousy – they’re rational reasons for committing murder.
Innately, there are qualities in human beings that are always repetitive. There are things like love and hate and jealousy that are just going to be there forever.
Money brings jealousy and bitterness.
