Quotes About Jealousy

The envier praises me unknowingly.

Jealousy, like poetry, is incomprehensible to me.

Don't be jealous of anyone. I guarantee you, if everyone walked into a room, and dumped their problems onto the floor, when they saw what everyone else's problems were, they'd be scrambling to get their own problems back before someone else got to them first.

The image of the two of them—smiling and at ease with each other—would be burned in Sid's memory forever. What all had gone on between them while he'd collected Asa's lumber? Sadie obviously had time for the sheriff, but not for him. Couldn't she see she was breaking his heart? But he had a plan to capture her attention tonight. By the end of the day, she'd be looking at him with that moony expression she'd aimed at the sheriff.

Why? (Lorelei) Because I…(Jack) You? (Lorelei) I…(Jack) For an eloquent man, Captain Rhys, you seem to be stymied for an answer. (Lorelei) Lorelei, I don't want any other man to ever touch you. (Jack)

Furthermore--though it was quite irrelevant now--he had no idea his killer, Kazuo Kiriyama, had, in his mansion that was much larger than Toshinori's home in Shiroiwa-cho, mastered the violin at a level far superior to Toshinori's a long time ago--and then tossed his violin into the trash.

Elizabeth, With my compliments. You will never get your claws into another one of mine. Rot in hell, L Nïx clasped her hands over her chest, sighing, "He gave you his heart. That's so romantic. So much better than a candy heart. Those get stuck in the fangs, you know.

Okay, we get it, Jodi-with-an-i," I said, smiling pleasantly up at her. "You have an adorable son and are still quite available. Dennis, however, is with me. If you would just take your boobs out of my boyfriend's face, I would deeply appreciate it.

She wasn't used to men being jealous. It was a freakishly new sensation, and not one hundred percent bad, if she was being honest. Seventy-five percent bad, sure. Twenty-five percent thrilling, in a guilty sort of way.

Book club meets every other month or so. Besides marriage counseling and the very occasional night out with my sister, I'm home twenty-nine nights out of thirty, and still the girls resent me. Not once have they ever complained about Adam's late meetings—which may or may not have been booty calls for amazing porno sex. Me, I go out to my stupid book club, and I'm punished for it.

Then you shouldn't have thrown her away when she was your wife. Now she ain't. Now she's somethin' to me and I don't let men I don't like get close to her and I gotta tell you man, I do not like you.

People can do all kinds of things that maybe aren't wise in hindsight because of jealousy.

I look at people who aren't us and I hate them.

wondered, not for the first time, how exactly Snow White had managed to live with seven men without murdering at least one of them

It was like some unseen force telling me you were it. Not to let you go. And every time I saw you with him Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I couldn't breathe.

then. It was like some unseen force telling me you were it. Not to let you go. And every time I saw you with him Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I couldn't breathe.

The most painful and jealously guarded secrets are perhaps the ones that everyone around us knows. Stupid tragedies. Useless tears.

People love to see you get ahead — so long as you don't get farther ahead than they are.

You never sounded farther away from me and I will take that balloon and stab the fuck out of and at the same time I will take that balloon and tie it around Peach's neck because WHO THE FUCK CAN CUNT OUT OVER A BALLOON?

It's like the kitchen in that movie where evil rich Michael Douglas tries to have Gwyneth Paltrow murdered because she falls for a poor artist. Everything is stainless steel or marble and the island in the center is the size of a small car. I can't remember if the poor guy gets Gwyneth in the end of the movie and it feels like it matters a lot right now.

It's the little things that make you want to kill someone, the way Milo drinks Diet Dr Pepper and ties his Jewfro in a bun and lifts his shirt to show off his stomach and wipes his glasses down even though they're not dirty. Yes, Milo got glasses, and seafoam green Topsiders, and a navy blue Polo-style shirt with a popped collar, and didn't I already kill this guy when he was schilling Home Soda and fucking Guinevere Beck?

You envy her. How come she doesn't have the weight of ambition? You pity her. How come she has no ambition?

She doesn't look back as we round the corner and her new jeans are so tight, I hope she gets a yeast infection.

I care and I want to know more and I want to cry and I don't want you to fall for anyone but me.