Quotes About Jealousy

I'm a dog in the manger. I can't have him myself but I don't want anyone else to have him either. Wow. The more I learn about myself, the more selfish I turn out to be.

My English is much better than my sister Elisa's," he adds affably. "Your English ees better," Elisa snaps, "because you love to talk to foreign girls. All foreign girls," she adds, sweeping her cold, dark, mascaraed gaze around at us to emphasize her message: that her brother is a big slut and we shouldn't be flattered by his attentions.

I had a really good time tonight. Tons of boys hanging off me. And I could see it was really messing with her head--she kept giving me these dirty looks. So I'm going to get as many boys as I can running after me this summer. Just to make Elisa really…" She pauses. "What would Kelly say? Narked. " Now her smile's real. "I want to make Elisa narked. " I smile back: the English word sounds really cool in her American accent.

There's nothing like competing for your boyfriend's attention with an emotionally needy sibling to make you feel like the worst sort of evil psycho-bitch.

O how I envied him his feelings!

in response to a jealous comment made by Amber] PJ's mouth snarls open. If you aren't going to play nice, my thorny little bush, I think you should return to the dirty playground that you crawled from.

Rumors are spread by jealous people

We are more unhappy to see people ahead of us than happy to see people behind us.

I will hate the man you choose because he isn't me, and love him if he makes you smile.

They smile in my face, behind my back they talk trash, Mad and stuff because they don't have cash.

When God had made The Man, he made him out of stuff that sung all the time and glittered all over. Some angels got jealous and chopped him into millions of pieces, but still he glittered and hummed. So they beat him down to nothing but sparks but each little spark had a shine and a song. So they covered each one over with mud. And the lonesomeness in the sparks make them hunt for one another.

It is really mortifying, sir, when a woman possessed of a common share of understanding considers the difference of education between the male and female sex, even in those families where education is attended to.... Nay why should your sex wish for such a disparity in those whom they one day intend for companions and associates. Pardon me, sir, if I cannot help sometimes suspecting that this neglect arises in some measure from an ungenerous jealousy of rivals near the throne.

I used to get upset if somebody I didn't like loved a book I loved. That's MY book, I'd think.

Nothing like the theater to bring out the claws and pepper in people.

It is easy to despise what you cannot get

The unhappy derive comfort from the misfortunes of others.

To be mature is, we're told, to move beyond possessiveness. Jealousy is for babies. The mature person knows that no one owns anyone.

Failure is becoming someone who needs others to fail.

It follows that the more people we take to be our equals and compare ourselves to, the more people there will be to envy.

We envy only those whom we feel ourselves to be like; we envy only members of our reference group. There are few successes more unendurable than those of our close friends.

For Proust, an injection of jealousy is the only thing capable of rescuing a relationship ruined by habit.

Afraid of losing her, we forget all the others. Sure of keeping her, we compare her with those others whom at once we prefer to her.

The philosophy of mature love is marked by an active awareness of the good and bad within each person, it is full of temperance, it resists idealization, it is free of jealousy, masochism, or obsession, it is a form of friendship with a sexual dimension, it is pleasant, peaceful, and reciprocated (and perhaps explains why most people who have known the wilder shores of desire would refuse its painlessness the title of "love").

los celos, cansados de ser feroces, vuelven a la matriz de la que alguna vez los desterró el rencor: la matriz del desamparo.