Quotes About Jealousy

You know a lot of times you'll find girls in a club are jaded to the other girls in the club. There's a nasty vibe between the chicks in the club. It's like a pretty girl can't look at another pretty girl and say Wow she's pretty.

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.

One thing I learned from my old man is that people are going to be happy for you, but not too happy. When the tables are turned and you're hanging out on top with a guy like Randy Orton, who is in the main event at Wrestlemania, not all the guys are going to like you.

I don't think, generally speaking, people become writers because they were the really good, really cool, attractive kid in class. I'll be honest. This is our revenge for people who were much better looking and more popular than us. I was a bit like that, I suppose.

So, my sweetheart back home writes to me and wants to know what this gal in Bombay's got that she hasn't got. So I just write back to her and says, Nothin', honey. Only she's got it here.

The storyboard department doesn't talk to the layout department, which doesn't talk to the writing department. They're all jealous of each other.

I was married a few times, and one of my husbands was jealous of me writing.

Why were memories so independent? So jealous of corroborating detail?

I ought to be jealous of the tower. She is more famous than I am.

but now the love of Charles for Emma seemed to her a desertion from her tenderness, an encroachment upon what was hers, and she watched her son's happiness in sad silence, as a ruined man looks through the windows at people dining in his old house.

Il en voulait à Emma de cette victoire permanente. Il s'efforçait même à ne pas la chérir; puis, au craquement de ses bottines, il se sentait lâche, comme les ivrognes à la vue des liqueurs fortes.

Ciom?giÈ›i-l pe s?racul care rîvneÈ™te la p?tura de pe spinarea m?garului, la mîncarea cîinelui, la cuibul p?s?rii, È™i care e foarte mîhnit c? alÈ›ii nu sînt la fel de nenorociÈ›i ca el.(Circoncelionii)

avec la jalousie d'un artiste et l'égoïsme d'un bourgeois

Charles, del resto, non era di quelli che scendono al fondo delle cose; arretrò davanti alle prove, e la sua gelosia incerta si smarrì nell'immensità del suo dolore.

But a vague jealousy, one of those dormant jealousies that develop between brothers or sisters almost unnoticed until maturity, only to burst out when one of them marries or has a stroke of good fortune, kept them constantly on the alert in a fraternal, unaggressive hostility. They did love each other, yet they kept an eye on each other.

Não importa o quanto uma mulher seja feliz no casamento. Sempre lhe agradará saber que há um sujeito simpatico e atraente desejando que ela não fosse

If the average man is made in God's image, then a man such as Beethoven or Aristotle is plainly superior to God, and so God may be jealous of him, and eager to see his superiority perish with his bodily frame. All animal breeders know how difficult it is to maintain a fine strain. The universe seems to be in a conspiracy to encourage the endless reproduction of peasants and Socialists, but a subtle and mysterious opposition stands eternally against the reproduction of philosophers.

Then had her envious heart rest, at least such rest as a heart full of envy and malice ever can have.

According to the Buddha's teachings, the most basic condition for happiness is freedom. Here we do not mean political freedom, but freedom from the mental formations of anger, despair, jealousy, and delusion. These mental formations are described by the Buddha as poisons. As long as these poisons are still in our heart, happiness cannot be possible.

Like you, she will have been with other people, but I've got a feeling there's something between you.

If jealousy was the vindaloo of love, I'd imagined her tongue burning, and such a fire forcing her to spill her truth.

I admired him more than anyone but I didn't wish him well. It was that I preferred him to me and wanted to be him. I coveted his talents, face, style. I wanted to wake up with them all transferred to me.

I'm Eve. I raised Cain to kill Abel.

I noticed that when my daughter was born, my son really, really liked her. But then as she started getting older, and as she started crawling around our house and touching different things that were his, sibling rivalry issues started appearing.