Quotes About Jealousy

O, she was foul!— I scarce did know you, uncle; there lies your niece, Whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd: I know this act shows horrible and grim. GRATIANO Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's dead: Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief Shore his old thread in twain: did he live now, This sight would make him do a desperate turn, Yea, curse his better angel from his side, And fall to reprobance. OTHELLO 'Tis pitiful; but yet Iago knows That she with Cassio hath

It is the green eyed monster which doth mock.

I didn't say free, madam. No, I didn't say that. He's bound to Octavia. CLEOPATRA For what favor? MESSENGER For the favor of sleeping in her bed. CLEOPATRA I am pale, Charmian. MESSENGER He's married to Octavia, madam. CLEOPATRA May you die of the worst disease!

Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death, The noise was high. Ha! No more moving? Still as the grave. Shall she come in? Were 't good? I think she stirs again—No. What's best to do? If she come in, she'll sure speak to my wife— My wife! my wife! what wife? I have no wife. Oh, insupportable! Oh, heavy hour! Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse Of sun and moon, and that th' affrighted globe Should yawn at alteration.

É quase dia; desejara que já tivesses ido, não mais longe porém, do que a travessa menina deixa o meigo passarinho que das mãos ela solta - tal qual pobre prisioneiro na corda bem torcida - para logo puxá-lo novamente pelo fio de seda, tão ciumenta e amorosa é de sua liberdade.

Slabosti tvoje ime je žena.

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! Oh, that she knew she were!

Sweet doctor, you shall be my bedfellow. When I'm not there, you can sleep with my wife.

Demelza thought: She's one day too late, just one day. How beautiful she is; how I hate her. Then she glanced at Ross again, and for the first time like the stab of a treacherous knife it occurred to her that Ross's desire for her last night was a flicker for empty passion. All day she had been too preoccupied with her own feelings to spare time for his. Now she could see so much in his eyes.

I didn't want either him or his cousin, I only wanted to be able to rob them in peace.

Las ten co gorsza by? zielony.

He couldn't bear the thought that she would want to go to an orgy, much less with or without him.

Kematian selalu membuntuti Kehidupan dengan begitu dekat, bukanlah karena keharusan biologis, melainkan karena rasa iri. Kehidupan ini begitu indah, sehingga maut pun jatuh cinta padanya. Cinta yang pencemburu dan posesif, yang menyambar apapun yang bisa diambilnya

Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can get.

The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity – it's envy.

You may not believe in life, but I don't believe in death. ... The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity--it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud.

The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity-- it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, jealous possessive love that grabs what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but a passing shadow of a cloud.

The reason death sticks do closely to life isn't biological necessity-its envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only an thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud.

Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can

The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity - it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous possessive love that grabs at it what it can.

The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity- its envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can.

The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity—it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can.

The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity—it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion

The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity - it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but thee passing shadow of a cloud.