Quotes About Jealousy

When I allow myself to truly think on it, I cannot fault Locke for choosing her. I am violent. I've been poisoning myself for weeks. I am a killer and a liar and a spy. I get why he chose her. I just wish she had chosen me.

Of course I want to be like them. They're beautiful as blades forged in some divine fire. And Cardan is even more beautiful than the rest. I hate him so much that sometimes when I look at him, I can hardly breathe.

I see Taryn across the room, Locke beside her. Her eyes widen, taking in whom I am standing with. Something passes over her face, and it looks a lot like resentment. She has Locke, but I am here with a prince.

The seeds of Prince Cardan's resentment came full bloom. What was the point of her trying so hard? Why would she work like that when it would never win her anything? ... He had never tried like that for anything in his life. Jude, Cardan though, hating even the shape of her name. Jude.

If I can't be better than them , I will become so much worse

Hey, Hazel?" he called softly in the upstairs hall, and she turned. "What did he kiss like?" There was a confusion of emotions on his face—longing and maybe a little jealousy and a whole lot of curiosity. She snorted a surprised laugh, her bad mood dissolving. "Like he was a shark and I was blood in the water." "That good?" he asked, grinning.

Am I beautiful like you are?" I ask Nicasia, genuinely curious. "No," she says, darting a look toward Valerian. She picks up something from the ground. "You are nothing like us.

I recall that your hands were on her but her eyes were on me.

jealousy wasn't a spice to me then. It was the whole meal and I was gagging it down.

I hate seeing him with Nicasia. I hate the thought of his touching her. I hate that this is my plan, that I have no one to be angry with but myself. I am an idiot.

Envy. Fear. Anger. Jealousy. They're all spices." Locke laughed at my expression. "What is bread without salt? Desire can grow just as plain." "I don't understan—" He put a finger against my mouth. "Not every lover can appreciate such spices. But I think you can.

You always liked stories,' I remind him. 'You said you wanted to create sparks of stories. Well, the tale of a twin who murders her sister's betrothed is a good one, don't you think?

Envy lurks at the bottom of the human heart like a viper in its hole.

there is something still more appalling than the ingratitude of daughters who have cast off their old father and wish that he were dead, and that is a rivalry between two sisters.

My little boat is made of ebony; My flute stops are pure gold. Water loosens stains from silk; Wine loosens sadness from the heart. With good wine, a graceful boat, And a sweet girl's love, Why be jealous of mere gods?

O amor apaixonado não se extingue, transformando-se noutras paixões, ódio, ciúme, desilusão.

Polly had arrived in the world outraged to discover that her sisters had gotten there before her.

He was a selfish, pompous, egocentric, nasty man. She did not want to be married to him, but she did not want him to marry someone else. She did not want him, but she wanted him to want her.

He hated Harry for dumping his father even more than he hated him for cheating.

care that he didn't care? When he was a kid all he'd wanted to do was beat his older brother, in anything and

What's she got to be flustered about if she's tall, blond and beautiful?" "Exactly," said Madeline, as if that answered the question. "She's got this equally gorgeous, rich husband too. They still hold hands. And he's nice. He buys me presents. Honestly, I have no idea why I stay friends with her.

Polly had arrived in the world outraged to discover that her sisters had gotten there before her. "Well,

Great. Now Renata would have even more reason to dislike her. Jane would have an enemy. The last time she had had anything close to an enemy, she was in primary school herself. It had never crossed her mind that sending your child to school would be like going back to school yourself.

Jealousy of other people's success is a sure sign that you feel unfulfilled in your own life. Seeing them enjoy the fruits of their labors is a painful reminder that you do not have what you want nor have you been actively seeking it.