Quotes About Jealousy

When you're miserable, you don't want anyone around you to be happy.

You have to fight the green monster with your mind, not your fists.

I'm jealous, I'm moody, I'm really not good to be around as a boyfriend.

When I was 12, I used to be the best friend of the most beautiful girls, but just the best friend. They would always come to me to cry about a guy who broke their heart, and I would just be sitting there thinking, 'I wish I was the guy and not the best friend.'

I hate what I look like on TV, and I want to look better, and nothing makes the mothers more jealous.

When I was younger, I always saw my friends with their mothers and fathers and felt a little jealous of them for having a father close by.

I think envy motivates a lot of people.

When you do well, everybody's after you, and sometimes the motives are legitimate, and sometimes it's envy and jealousy.

If one has a great aim to pursue, this burden of envy must be accepted, and it is wise to accept it. -p162

Modern Romans insisted that there was only one god, a notion that struck Alobar as comically simplistic. Worse, this Semitic deity was reputed to be jealous (what was there to be jealous of if there were no other gods?), vindictive, and altogether foul-tempered. If you didn't serve the nasty fellow, the Romans would burn your house down. If you did serve him, you were called a Christian and got to burn other people's houses down.

Timbuktu. The last pure place. Isolation being the mother of purity. All men are jealous of Timbuktu because Timbuktu is removed from men, it's the wholeness men have fractured, the sacred extreme they've traded away.

We each took a fierce delight in introducing the other to some new idea or development, the next amazing artist or record album, always hustling to out-avant the other's garde. It was exciting, stimulating, but also draining, especially when coupled as it was with mutual romantic jealousy, arguably the dumbest, most useless of human emotions.

Jealousy we understood and thought natural... But envy was a strange, new feeling for us. And all the time we knew that Maureen Peal was not the Enemy and not worthy of such intense hatred. The Thing to fear was the Thing that made her beautiful, and not us.

In a way she was jealous of death.

The Thing to fear was the Thing that made her beautiful, and not us.

And she envied Caleb's knowledge. She only had bits and pieces, scraps and rags. He had a whole cloth.

Nance is funny that way. She likes women her own size--like your sister. She knows where she is with a woman like Martha. Whereas Molly--she's so--well, so full of life, she makes Nance feel even sicker.

People are shallow things. If anyone has even a bit more than they do, they're jealous, and if one has less, they look down on her.

This place is a drift… Where the dead cling to the living… Drowning in jealousy and yearning. A garbage heap of losers. You said you don't care where. Well what you see is what you get. This is your Eden. There is no paradise for you to escape to. What you'll find… What's there… Is just… A battlefield.

Phryne spent a blameless evening reading The Winter's Tale with Ruth, who was still convinced that Shakespeare could bear translation. 'Why does he take so long to say anything?' 'The Elizabethan stage had no scenes and only hand-props. His actors had to create the scene, as well as the action. Look how cleverly he has leafed the innocent conversation of the Queen and Polixenes with the King's own jealous thoughts. It works very well onstage, I promise. We

I need to speak to Roisin," he said. Finn rubbed his jaw. "Then I suggest you get off my girl's lap. And put some clothes on, man. You're indecent.

A clever woman succeeds in concealing her jealousy. Otherwise we men always feel so sure of ourselves...

I envied Lesley her unshakable optimism. She always looked on the bright side of things. If they Had a bright side.

And if I may give you a piece of advice: a clever woman succeeds in concealing her jealousy. Otherwise we men always feel so sure of ourselves.…