Quotes About Jealousy

In fact, she sounded like she was mad at Katie for wearing it.

You might not be so lucky if you keep looking at my wife like that," he snarls.

L'envie est une déclaration d'infériorité.

If you think of someone's good qualities as the umeboshi in an onigiri it's as if their qualities are stuck to their back! Maybe the reason people get jealous of each other is because they can see so clearly the umeboshi on other people's backs.

Yuki: "Honda-san... you'd better stop, or he'll get a swelled head." Kyo: "Doesn't Shigure already HAVE a swelled head?

Kyo Sohma: angrily pointing at Yuki Just like I'll beat you one of these days Yuki: looking bored Wait wait I think I've heard this one before

Tohru(thinking): There is an umeboshi-- on your back. Tohru (outloud): Maybe the reason people get jealous of eachother is because they can clearly see the umeboshi on other people's backs. I can see them too. I can see them perfectly. There is an amazing umeboshi on your back, Kyo-kun.

He's just explaining the situation to her, but he's all over her every chance he gets! Kureno! Touching Tohru!!!

People around the world are like onigiri. Everyone has an umeboshi with a different shape and color and flavor. But because its stuck on their back they might not be able to see their umeboshi. Maybe the reason people get jealous of each other is because they can see so clearly the umeboshi on other people's back. -Tohru Honda

Kyo: Of course, I'll beat YOU, too! Yuki: Don't you ever get tired of saying that? Kyo: Beating you is my vocation! It's my goal in life! Yuki: It's so unfair that I keep having to take abuse just because you can't meet your goals. Kyo: THAT CONDESCENDING ATTITUDE OF YOURS REALLY PISSES ME OFF! Yuki: And that revolting thought process of yours pisses me off.

After marriage, the other man's wife looks more beautiful.

JEANNIE It's not like she's … She's really fat, Tom! A fat sow and you know it. I can tell you're aware by the way you're acting, which is really the puzzling part … TOM I-like-her. End of story.

this was a thing you keep up on in high school, girls you secretly like but can't get at 'cause they're dating somebody, maybe a friend, and so you file 'em away and hope the guy joins the army and gets sent to laos or something…

The trouble with Clare was, not only that she wanted to have her cake and eat it too, but that she wanted to nibble at the cakes of other folk as well.

jealousy was not about caring, it was about fear of loss: loss of love, loss of power, or loss of security.

everybody's got ten good reasons to do away with everybody else. It's just nobody knows how. Do 'how.

My name is Tomlyn. I am very beautiful. Marshall says I am spiteful and wicked and a barbarian to boot. He's jealous of my thick grey fur, my white chin and breast, and the snowy end of my tail. I suppose he can't help being envious, the great rusty-black thing! He's got a big, blunt beak, and stubby wings, and tiny little eyes... He's old and stupid and a coward; with an endless flow of long words that he can't possibly understand.

I was not jealous of his intelligence — he is entirely superficial, which is why he never knows what to look like. Or what music to make. Or whether to be a boy or a girl.

He drinks coffee. I kill the people who mess with his girlfriends.

Envy differs from the other vices by the ease with which it disguises itself as a virtue.

I'll kill him. You're mine, Nicole—not some stupid mortal that can't even put out a fire. Next time I'll let him burn. And if you try anything stupid like you did tonight, I'll let you burn too.

Eric the Evil scowled. Well, hell. He was jealous of himself.

Vista dall'esterno, la mia esistenza era scheletrica; vista dall'interno ispirava quello che ispirano gli appartamenti il cui unico mobilio è una biblioteca sontuosamente stracolma di libri: l'ammirazione gelosa per chi non si sovraccarica del superfluo e trabocca del necessario

Why did they kill it? Man can't stand to let something beautiful and pure, a thing on wings, pass over him. He hates everything that soars, and everything that sings. It seemed to me this swan is the very image of my dream, and my dream is dead.