Quotes About Jealousy

Why can't I go to summer camp, too? It's not fair Willow gets to go have fun and I don't.

There tends to be a jealousy in England towards countries that are successful.

In my experience lust only ever leads to misery. All that suspicion and jealousy and anguish it unleashes. I don't want those things in my life.

We must also learn to respect our shadow—that part of us we try to hide so others won't know how we "really" are. This includes our negativity, sorrow, jealousy, anger, and grief.

I hate her for it. For seeing me clearly, for not seeing me at all.

Borderlines may destroy what is good and loved by their children because they are intensely jealous of the loved object.

I think it's important to get your surroundings as well as yourself into a positive state - meaning surround yourself with positive people, not the kind who are negative and jealous of everything you do.

But if you are single the last thing you want is your best friend forming a functional relationship with somebody else.

I've seen the way she comes on to him—I just can't stand it. You know—what really shits me is how you spend years working on yourself to get rid of all that stupid eyelash-fluttering and giggling, and then just when you think you're getting somewhere, you find out that guys still like women who do that sort of thing. I watch 'em fall for it, every time.

I was so jealous it burned, and I knew I had to let it alone or I'd break something inside me.

She found Safiye leaning against an oil lantern out in the garden and saw for herself that she wasn't the only foolish woman in the world, or even at that party, for Safiye had Lucy's highly polished bangle in her hand and was turning it this way and that in order to catch fireflies in the billowing, transparent left sleeve of her gown.

Life there had been grim, but he had a maid, a woman who took care of him and cooked for him and even bathed him. Lucky bastard. There were times when I wanted to throw his book across the room, I was so jealous of his freedom. What was a political prisoner compared with being a full-time mother? But

She may be your own sister, honey, your own flesh and blood, but you've got to face it, deep down inside she hates you like poison and nothing would please her more than to see you get it right in the neck. The

She may be your own sister, honey, your own flesh and blood, but you've got to face it, deep down inside she hates you like poison and nothing would please her more than to see you get it right in the neck.

Some folks rail against other folks, because other folks have what some folks would be glad of.

On the same line of reasoning, if Australians were to be Australians, or rather if Australians were as separate from any other nation as Australia from any other land, there would be no jealousy between them on England's account.

Another's wife is a white swan, and ours is bitter wormwood.

I consider jealousy to be insulting to you and degrading to me.

A man could not be prevented from making himself a big wax doll, and kissing it. But if the man were to come with the doll and sit before a man in love, and begin caressing his doll as the lover caressed the woman he loved, it would be distasteful to the lover. Just such a distasteful sensation was what Mihailov felt at the sight of Vronsky's painting: he felt it both ludicrous and irritating, both pitiable and offensive.

She was jealous not of any particular woman but of the decrease of his love. Not having an object for her jealousy, she was on the lookout for it.

These fits of jealousy, which of late had been more and more frequent, horrified him and, however much he tried to disguise the fact, estranged him from her, although he knew the cause of her jealousy was her love for him. How often he had told himself that to be loved by her was happiness; and now that she loved him only as a woman can for whom love outweighs all that is good in life, he was much farther from happiness than when he had followed her from Moscow.

Jealousy according to his notions was an insult to one's wife, and one ought to have confidence in one's wife

Alexey Alexandrovitch was standing face to face with life, with the possibility of his wife's loving someone other than himself, and this seemed to him very irrational and incomprehensible because it was life itself.

The news of Kitty's friendship with Mme Stahl and Varenka, and the observations conveyed to him by the princess about some change that had taken place in Kitty, troubled the prince and provoked in him the usual feeling of jealousy towards everything that interested his daughter to the exclusion of himself, and a fear lest his daughter escape from his influence into some spheres inaccessible to him.