Quotes About Jealousy

Those who seem most boastful in a conversation, who jealously guard attention or speak over others, are often those who feel most insecure in themselves.

I have known her longer, my smile said. True, you have been inside the circle of her arms, tasted her mouth, felt the warmth of her, and that is something I have never had. But there is a part of her that is only for me. You cannot touch it, no matter how hard you might try. And after she has left you I will still be here, making her laugh. My light shining in her. I will still be here long after she has forgotten your name.

Yo la conozco desde hace más tiempo», decía mi sonrisa. «Sí, tú has estado entre sus brazos, has probado el sabor de su boca, has sentido su calor, y eso es algo que yo nunca he tenido. Pero hay una parte de ella que es solo para mí. Tú no puedes tocarla, por mucho que te esfuerces. Y cuando te deje, yo seguiré estando aquí, haciéndola reír. Y mi luz brillará en ella. Yo seguiré estando aquí mucho después de que ella haya olvidado tu nombre.»

I couldn't stand being near music and not be a part of it. It was like watching the woman you love bedding down with another man. No. Not really. It was like. . .

Pero tú no entras en el trato -dijo casi con fiereza-. Tú eres mío. Solo mío. No tengo intención de compartirte.

She raised her own glass, filled with a deep red wine. "To Ambrose Jakis," she said with sudden fierceness. "May he fall into a well and die.

My shrug was so nonchalant it would make a cat jealous.

His voice was deeper than mine, a warm bass with enough of a Modegan accent to lend it a slight musical cant... When he spoke, women at the surrounding tables turned to look in his direction with hungry, half-lidded eyes. His voice had the opposite effect on me. To be both rich and handsome was bad enough. But to have a voice like honey over warm bread on top of that was simply inexcusable. The sound of it made me feel like a cat grabbed by the tail and rubbed backward with a wet hand.

She's pretty and charming. Men crowd round her like stags in rut." He made a flippant gesture. "Women are bound to resent it.

No soportaba oír música y no formar parte de ella. Es como ver a la mujer que amas acostándose con otro hombre.

Several rows of spectators were blocking our view of the upcoming parade, almost all of them more vertically endowed than we were. In short, vertical envy had reared its ugly head and was making faces at us.

An artist is somebody who enters into competition with God. The guy who built the Tower of Babel was the first artist. If I had to check out where I was in other centuries, I was his old lady. If I wasn't the guy, I was his chick. He knew that there was more and God got jealous. Even gods get uptight. Women make gods uptight. Everyone thinks of God as a man -- you can't help it -- Santa Claus was a man, therefore God has to be a man. But a man comes once. A woman never stops coming.

Feigned or not, sometimes I'm jealous of Hominy's oblivousness, because he, unlike America, has turned the page. That's the problem with history, we like to think of it's a book – that we can turn the page and move the fuck on. But history isn't the paper it's printed on. It's memory, and memory is time, emotions, and song. History is the things that stay with you.

Even after making up one's mind to the sacrifices I had decided upon, there is always left a trace of envy for those who have triumphed in the melancholy struggle for literary supremacy.

Today you will envy the blessings of another, or you will bask in the wonder of the amazing grace you have been given.

Adam and Eve weren't just after God's forbidden fruit; they were after God's position.

The world of envy no more mixes with the world of grace than oil does with water.

Envy is universal because sin is.

Jealousy would be far less torturous if we understood that love is a passion entirely unrelated to our merits.

Arbell)The ungrateful gorgeous bitch.

sobriety is extremely jealous. If the spouse, children, car, house, job, money, sex or anything else achieves greater importance to the alcoholic than his or her sobriety, sobriety leaves.

No matter how much success you have, there will always be people who hate themselves so much that they'll gladly project that hate onto you.

Rose and Ash were the kind of sickeningly cute couple that made Gin want to puke, especially when they acted all weird, doing things they thought were hilarious, but were just stupid as far she was concerned. Gin didn't know why Rose embarrassed herself in public like that.

Well, I, Amber Brown, am green with envy. I am not only green….. I am feeling blue….. I am seeing red….. I am purple with anger….. I am not feeling like a rainbow. I am feeling plaid. All of these colors mix together to make a not very pretty pattern. I, Amber Brown, do not like plaid.