Quotes About Jealousy

But jealous souls will not be answered so. They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they're jealous. It is a monster Begot upon itself, born on itself.

Poor and content is rich, and rich enough; But riches fineless is as poor as winter To him that ever fears he shall be poor;– Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend From jealousy!

William Shakespeare

Look to her, Moor, if thou has eyes to see. She has deceived her father, and may thee.

Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought

But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.

I hope my noble lord esteems me honest. OTHELLO: Oh, ay, as summer flies are in the shambles, That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed, Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been born! DESDEMONA: Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed? OTHELLO: Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Made to write "whore" upon?

I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much, He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men. He loves no plays As thou dost, Anthony; he heard no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mocked himself and scorned his spirit That could be moved to smile at anything. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous.

Strike as thou didst at Caesar; for I know / When though didst hate him worst, thou loved'st him better / Than ever thou loved'st Cassius.

How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!

Soft you; a word or two before you go. I have done the state some service, and they know't.— No more of that.—I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely, but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but

But jealous souls will not be answered so. They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they're jealous. It is a monster Begot upon itself, born on itself.

Whoever is born on a day I forget to send a message to Antony will die a beggar. Bring ink and paper, Charmian. Welcome, my good Alexas. Charmian, did I ever love Caesar as much as this? Oh, that splendid Caesar! May you choke on any other sentiments like that! Say, "That splendid Antony." The courageous Caesar! By Isis, I'll give you bloody teeth if you ever compare Caesar with Antony, my best man among men.

if I were the Moor I wouldn't want to be Iago.

jealous souls need no evidence. They aren't jealous because of a reason, but merely because they are jealous people. Jealousy is a monster that gives birth to itself.

An old black ram is tupping your white ewe

the hate I bear thee can afford no better term then this: thou art a villian.

Do it not with poison. Strangle her in her bed, even the bed she hath contaminated.

That you do love me, I am nothing jealous.

For their love Llies in their purses, and whoso empties them By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate.

How shall I murder him, Iago?

William Shakespeare

Zounds, sir, you are one of those that will not serve God if the devil bid you...I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are making the beast with two backs.

Not Cassio kill'd! then murder's out of tune, And sweet revenge grows harsh. DESDEMONA O, falsely, falsely murder'd!