Quotes About Jealousy

The entire range of human experience is present in a church choir, including, but not restricted to jealousy, revenge, horror, pride, incompetence (the tenors have never been on the right note in the entire history of church choirs, and the basses have never been on the right page), wrath, lust and existential despair.

An envier doesn't care whether you have earned part of your success or whether some golden parachute from heaven has dropped straight into your lap. To an envier, your advantage is totally unfair either way. In this respect, enviers are theological switch-hitters: sometimes they are Pelagians and sometimes they are Augustinians. But always they are potential killers.

She had said: 'You could not hate anyone that much -' She was mistaken. What did she know? She felt so good right now, this must be hate, what else could it be? ("Mind Over Murder")

You don't forgive people for their benefit. You do it for yours. Because if you don't, it'll eat you alive. Jealousy, envy, holding a grudge- they rot you from the inside out.

Suffocate the flames of envy with a blanket of gratitude.

A ministry that doesn't have it simply follows the formula they used the year before and the year before that. People are bored, uninspired, and complacent. When a church doesn't have it, the staff is simply doing a job, drawing a paycheck, passing time. They're territorial. Jealous. Dissatisfied. Discontented. Even bitter.

A woman escaped death when a bullet shot by her jealous husband lodged in her breast implant. And I almost lost a thumb.

And if I could control everything," his voice was for her alone, "then I'd already have gotten you, naked, under me, and I wouldn't be so wild with lust that I want to rip apart my own best friend…because you're about to put your mouth on him.

Ah, what was that? Jealousy? Men. Take away the jeans and designer labels and you had cavemen beating their chests.

But when John began to bring Yoko to recording sessions and consult her about everything he did there, even allowing her to criticize what they were doing, it was too much for the others. They hated it, and it was clear that the arrangement wouldn't last amicably for long.

Every admirer is a potential enemy.

Few of us have the necessary unselfishness to hear with gladness the talents of others extolled or to listen with patience to the successes of those whom we despise.

There's a constant tension between the excitement of new people and security with one person. If you go with excitement, you create chaos; you hurt people. There's jealousy, and it gets very messy. If you have security, it can be boring, and you die inside because of all the opportunities missed.

The human voice: mysterious, spontaneous, primal. For me, the human voice is the vessel on which all emotions travel - except perhaps jealousy. And the breath, the breath is the captain of that vessel.

I think any activity you have your kids in, you're all trying to live vicariously through them. And you're jealous of the kid that's naturally more talented or has the facility, the body, the genes, or the God-given talent. People get jealous of that.

I was a sick animal. I was jealous. I was vicious.

The Victoria's Secret fashion shows? I've always detested them. Not only because they made me feel insanely jealous of the utter magnificence of the models, but also because I couldn't stop myself falling for the fantasy.

If my wife finds comfort in trite Gispy homilies, I have no objection to your offering them. However, if you ever kiss her again, no matter how platonic the fashion, I'll make a eunuch of you.

It's taking all the self-control I've got to keep my hands off you. Don't play games with me, sweetheart. It's too easy for you to torture me, and I'm at my limit. To put to rest any doubts you might have…I'm jealous of every man who comes within ten feet of you. I'm jealous of the clothes on your skin and the air you breathe. I'm jealous of every moment you spend out of my sight.

Out with it, Bayning," he said coldly. "Did you come here merely to complain, or is there some point to all this?" "I'm taking her away from here. Away from you!" Harry gave a chilling smile. "I'll send you to hell first." - Harry & Bayning

Did Llandrindon kiss you?" She nodded slowly in the framework of his hands. "Just once." Jealousy entered his voice. "Did you like it?" "I wanted to. I tried to." She closed her eyes and turned her cheek into his palm. "But it wasn't at all like your kisses.

Amanda hated it that Jack smelled so much better than any other man she knew. If only she could bottle the essence and pour it on some other man.

I shouldn't let you go with Dashiell and Barksby," he said. "You'll be the only woman there. I don't like it." "Oh, it's all very circumspect. They're both gentlemen, and I'm—" "Spoken for," he had said curtly. "By me." Her heart beat a little faster. "Yes, I know," she admitted without looking at him.

I was so proud of you today," she said, smiling down at him. "And perhaps a tiny bit smug that with all the women swooning and sighing over you, I'm the one you went home with." Arching a brow, Christopher asked, "Only a tiny bit smug?" "Oh, very well. Enormously smug.