Quotes About Jealousy

There are two types of people in this world those that create anger, fear, frustration, jealousy, hatred and those that create love, compassion

There are two types of people in this world those that create anger, fear, frustration, jealousy and hatred and those that create love, compassion

Jealousy is ones fear that another is better than them.

All those wretched quarrels, in his humble opinion, stirring up bad blood, from some bump of combativeness or gland of some kind, erroneously supposed to be about a punctilio of honour and a flag, were very largely a question of the money question which was at the back of everything greed and jealousy, people never knowing when to stop.

All those wretched quarrels, in his humble opinion, stirring up bad blood — bump of combativeness or gland of some kind, erroneously supposed to be about a punctilio of honour and a flag, — were very largely a question of the money question which was at the back of everything, greed and jealousy, people never knowing when to stop.

Forget morality tales and all the fury and mire of human complexity, and follow the money. It will lead you through urban legends about sex and revenge and jealousy and the acquisition of power over others, but ultimately, it will lead you to the issue from which all the other motivations derive—money, piles of it, green and lovely and cascading like leaves out of a beneficent sky, money and money and money, the one item that human beings will go to any lengths to acquire.

Veda began it, but when she finished it, or whether she finished it, Mildred never quite knew. Little quivers went through her and they kept going through her the rest of the night, during the supper party, when Veda sat with the white scarf wound around her throat, during the brief half hour, while she undressed Veda, and put the costume away; in the dark, while she lay there alone, trying to sleep, not wanting to sleep. This was the climax of Mildred's life.

She has something in her that I thought I had, and now I find I haven't. Pride, or whatever it is. Nothing on earth could make Veda do what I'm going to do.

Stealing a man's wife, that's nothing, but stealing his car, that's larceny.

She didn't flirt with him, but they hung out together a lot, and every time I saw their heads bent over a computer screen or map, it made my stomach clench. And my teeth. And my fists.

Jeb climbed the ladder Fang had just lowered and I indulged in a moments fantasy about someone slamming the trapdoor on his head."-max

I'm not going to do anything," he insisted. "I would never do anything—I'm just not good at keeping what I feel to myself, Lindsay. I know you're with Joe. I get it. I just want you to know that I've got this arrow through my heart. And I would do anything for you." "Rich

There're no boys left is what you meant," she continued bitterly, cocking her head. "No Dylan. No Fang. No more cute guys to obsess over you." I pressed my lips together and stared at her. "What?" But Nudge was on a roll. "Poor, poor Max," she said, finding some ancient cans of tuna and an old jar of hearts of palm. Who eats that? "How are you going to survive with no one to fight over your attention?

I know your old lady isn't home, 'cause she's in the car with Sosh right now." "Well, then, Sosh

I don't mean like him, honey. I mean you really like him. Whad'ya want me to do? Break out in a chorus of 'don't he make my brown eyes blue'?

You're going to find England, unfortunately, is a place where you get a lot of jealous, envious, you know, negative people. That's how it is.

I generally find that comparison is the fast track to unhappiness. No one ever compares themselves to someone else and comes out even. Nine times out of ten, we compare ourselves to people who are somehow better than us and end up feeling more inadequate.

When there is unhealthy competition everybody is a loser.

So it - we have one enduring, uh, idea that will always live on with the Smothers Brothers, that 'Mom always liked you best.' We're the universal, uh, feeling that every child, every sibling has had somewhere along the line. Or, 'Who did she like best?' And that became kind of a little mantra.

Women are jealous of cigars... they regard them as a strong rival.

I am drawn to women who are independent and creative, which is problematic because it's a struggle, a competition of careers. There's jealousy.

Two women seldom grow intimate but at the expense of a third person.

Men want to destroy the women: you've become bigger than me, people love you more, you have a public platform, that's my space you're taking up. I can't just divorce you, I have to destroy you.

Women who love the same man have a kind of bitter freemasonry.