Quotes About Jealousy

Art is a jealous mistress; and if a man have a genius for painting, poetry, music, architecture or philosophy, he makes a bad husband and an ill provider.

Old habits are strong and jealous.

Guard your heart against anger, bitterness, envy, jealousy….!

Some consider haters, people that simply cannot be happy for another person's success. I just don't consider them.

Return enraptur'd Hours, When Delia's heart was mine; When she, with wreaths of flowers, My Temples wou'd entwine. When Jealousy nor care Corroded in my Breast, But Visions, light as Air, Presided o'er my Rest— Now Nightly round my Bed No airy Visions play; No Flowers crown my Head Each Vernal Holyday? For far from those sad Plains My Lovely Delia flies, And rack'd with Jealous Pains, Her wretched Lover dies.34

Hoeveel minder begerenswaardig zou Madelon misschien zijn als ik haar niet aan iemand ontstelen moest!

Why art thou silent and invisible, Father of Jealousy?

Cruelty has a human heart,And Jealousy a human face;Terror, the human form divine,And Secrecy, the human dress.

Then back to the party!and they maledand femaled you jealouslyBeautiful Thingas if to discover whence andby what miraclethere should escape, what?

On his deathbed, Haidar had written to Tipu with advice to his son on the art of good government. He warned him that the Company would attempt to exploit any weakness in the succession: 'The greatest obstacle you have to conquer is the jealousy of the Europeans,' he wrote. 'The English are today all-powerful in India. It is necessary to weaken them by war.

It is remarkable that jealousy of individual property in land often goes along with very exaggerated doctrines of tribal or national property in land.

Envy is a littleness of soul, which cannot see beyond a certain point, and if it does not occupy the whole space feels itself excluded.

The most insignificant people are the most apt to sneer at others. They are safe from reprisals. And have no hope of rising in their own self esteem but by lowering their neighbors.

The pleasure of hating, like a poisonous mineral, eats into the heart of religion, and turns it to rankling spleen and bigotry; it makes patriotism an excuse for carrying fire, pestilence, and famine into other lands: it leaves to virtue nothing but the spirit of censoriousness, and a narrow, jealous, inquisitorial watchfulness over the actions and motives of others.

Anger, hate, jealousy, envy, fear. Fill your pockets with these heavy stones and you spend your life trying not to drown. Throw them away and you float. The great current of life simply sweeps you up and carries you joyously to the place you were always meant to come to. Make no mistake, you will arrive there either way, through struggle or surrender. But one is the way of pain, the other of peace.

whoso wilneth hire to wif, for welthe of hire goodes but he be knowe for a cokewold, kut of my nose!

And then he would come. To his senses. For who knew better than Justin Chase where all of that emotional attachment would lead. The holding would devolve into a jealous clench, the loving would become a bitter chain around both their necks, the possession would turn into soul-killing ownership, the sun-dappled future would darken, the spawn would die, and there would be nothing left but the misery and the pain.

Monica was the first woman in town to bob her hair," said Miss Burgess. "And she was the first woman, at least the first respectable one, to smoke in public." "When you see her," continued Miss Claudia, "tell her I think she stepped on my train because Colonel Glass had danced with me three times that evening, and hadn't danced with her once.

It would seem that on hearing Abélard's lecture, Anselm of Laon became "wildly jealous," circumstances that Abélard assigned to every conceivable cause except the one that he had set in motion. "Since the beginning of the human race," Abélard observed with some asperity in his autobiography, Historia Calamitatum (A History of My Misfortunes), women have "brought the noblest men to ruin.

elle était terriblement jalouse. Elle savait que c'était absurde, mais elle n'arrivait pas à se maîtriser, à avoir un comportement rationnel.

The grass looks greener on the other side of the fence because you don't have to mow it. - David L. Bonar, First said by me circ. September 26, 1992 (about age 50).

Your uncompromising attitude makes people feel pathetic. Your very existence reminds them just how much they've sold out, and the more you're acclaimed, the punier they themselves appear. When it's like that, the only way they can fight back is by dragging you down. The bullshit gives them back a little bit of dignity – at least that's what they imagine.

People are so unnecessarily negative about envy. It really ought to be struck off the list of deadly sins.

Of course people resented those who exude such boundless energy. They make the rest of us feel small and feeble in comparison.