Quotes About Jealousy

Enjoy him while it lasts," I called. "Apparently he has Girlfriend ADD." She looked away, but not before I caught the blush staining her cheeks.

Kaia darling, Willaim said, nearly leaping over a stand of beef jerky in his haste to reach her. Are you here to fight the strippers who just enjoyed hours of my company? Hardly, she said, tossing her glorious mane of hair over her shoulder with a single flip of her wrist. I'm here to thank them for keeping you occupied. Please tell me they're still with you.

Tall, blonde and model-pretty, she's the girl every other longs to be. Until she opens her mouth, and her outer beauty can no longer compensate for her inner bitch.

I'm kind of jealous of people who haven't met you. If ignorance ever goes up to $5 a barrel, I want drilling rights to your head.

Never had Dallas seen the Targon more pissed. There'd been none of his usual charm, none of his nonchalance. He simply hadn't liked other men looking at Bride. And when the Mckell had staked claim on her ... shit. Bastard was probably already dead.

Biscuit growls. "Take one more step toward my girl, and you'll lose a foot." I'm impressed. And I'm jealous of a freaking dog. He's a hero, and I'm a zero.

My book boyfriend is better than your book boyfriend!

I'm not sure what's wrong with me. I'm not Justin Silverstone's biggest fan, but he's not a bad guy. Despite the mistakes he made in the past, he recently helped us destroy Anima from inside out. He's proven himself. And yet, the moment he put his arm around Camilla and turned on his megawatt smile, Ive wanted to open him up from navel to nose, just to play Operation. Same way I reacted when the waiter touched her. I think I'm on my period.

If I died, I'd expect my guy to mourn me forever, and if he tried to hook up with someone else, I'd haunt him till he ended up in a crazy house. Then I'd haunt the girl.

Jealousy is, I think, the worst of all faults because it makes a victim of both parties.

My face turns red just seeing her. She's a looker. If Pete were here, he'd whistle.

The test distills into a few questions: What is your attitude toward people who surpass you in the creation of wealth or in other accomplishments? Do you aspire to equal their excellence, or does it make you seethe? Do you admire and celebrate exceptional achievement, or do you impugn it and seek to tear it down?

Why him?" he growled. "Of all the men you could have, why would you hire him for that?" "Because he has the best equipment in the city and he knows how to use it!" As soon as I said it, I realized how he would take it. The beginnings of another thundering roar died in Curran's throat. He stared at me, mute.

Monogamy," he stated flatly. "While you're with me, I'm the only one. Anybody else touches you and I'll kill them." "What if I accidently bump into someone?" Gold flashed in his eyes. "Don't.

What the hell did this Curran do to you? Killed your master, stole your girl, burned down your castle? What?

An old song surfaced in my memories. Love is all you need. Maybe, but in real life love was rarely all you got. Raphael and I also had pride, and guilt, and anger, jealousy and hurt feelings

I like that you're jealous." "Rogan, put the car back." "Come to dinner with me tonight and I'll consider it." Yes! "No. I don't negotiate with terrorists." "If you don't go to dinner with me, I'll have to do something drastic like stand by your window with a boom box blasting some idiotically sappy song.

Always remember, knowledge is a product of labor. It is to be shared but never taken. For if you set out to rip knowledge away from others and hoard it like a jealous merchant hoards their wealth, you too will be shunned like this sphinx and banished from the circle of your peers.

The admiration vibrated in his voice and suddenly she was intensely jealous of herself.

Believe me, my boy, women don't love a man for himself but as a weapon against other women.

For years, everything done in France within a certain social class has had only one motive: fear. This social class caused the war, the defeat and the current peace. The Frenchmen of this caste hate no one; they feel neither jealousy nor disappointed ambition, nor any real desire for revenge. They're scared.

Jealousy is perhaps the most involuntary of all strong emotions. It steals consciousness, it lies deeper than thought. It is always there, like a blackness in the eye, it discolours the world.

Of course this chattering diary is a facade, the literary equivalent of the everyday smiling face which hides the inward ravages of jealousy, remorse, fear and the consciousness of irretrievable moral failure. Yet such pretenses are not only consolations but may even be productive of a little ersatz courage.

She was a spoiler, a needler, an underminer, a diminisher, simply by instinct.