Quotes About Jealousy

I am trying not to let it bother me because jealousy is a mean, unpleasant feeling that only eats you from the inside.

Well?" "He's a very handsome man," said Lorna. "You'll have to keep him out of Inge-Britt's clutches." "She smells of bacon," said Flora petulantly. "Oh yeah, men hate that," said Lorna.

I'm very jealous of my daughter's education. She's been inspired by her teachers, and nobody inspired me as a teenager.

I can't watch other people doing comedy. As soon as somebody starts being funny I have to turn off because it upsets me. I get comedy indigestion. I just hate anybody else being funny. That's my job.

I love Jere more than anybody. He's my brother, my family. I hate myself for doing this. But when I see you two together, I hate him too." His voice broke. "Don't marry him. Don't be with him. Be with me.

I would rather have had someone shoot me in the head with a nail gun, repeatedly, than have to watch the two of them cuddling on the couch together all night. --Conrad

When she leaned forward to mess with the AC vents, her hair brushed against my leg and it was really soft. It made remember all over again. It made it hard to stay pissed and keep her at arm's length the way I'd planned. It was pretty near damn impossible. When I was near her, I just wanted to grab her and hold her and kiss the shit out of her. Maybe then she'd forget about my asshole of a brother.

It' only then that I realize: Peter wasn't the one who needed to get over Genevieve. It was me. All this time with Peter, I've been comparing myself to her, all the ways I don't measure up. All the ways our relationship pales next to theirs. I'm the one who couldn't let her go. I'm the one who didn't give us a chance.

Do you like Cam?" the girl asked me casually. I wondered how she knew him—I thought he'd been a nobody just like me. "I barely even know him," I told her, and her face relaxed. She was relieved. I recognized that look in her eyes—dreamy and hopeful. It must have been the way I looked when I used to talk about Conrad, used to try to think of ways to insert his name into conversation. It made me sad for her, for me.

Envy so thick and so black I felt like I was choking on it.

What I really want to say is Peter will always pick Lara Jean over Genevieve.

Peter is loyal to her first, me second. It's first Genevieve, then me. That is the deal. That's always been the deal. And I'm sick of it.

His face darkens. He glares at me and I glare back. "Fine!" he yells. "I'm jealous! Are you happy now!" And then he jerks is head toward mine and he kisses me. On the lips.

I don't want them to have another baby. If they have a baby, I'll be in the middle. I'll be nothing." "Hey!" I object. "I'm in the middle now!

It's the "too" that's the sticking point. The "too" is what stops me in my tracks. It sticks in my craw. Because if he hadn't said "too," it would be about me and him. Not about me and him and Margot.

You're a little player, Covey. We aren't even broken up yet and you're already trying to talk to other guys. I would be hurt if I wasn't impressed.

I punched my hand through the water. I wanted to kick his ass. This is between me and Belly. Smug piece of shit. He was marrying my girl, and I couldn't do anything about it. I just had to watch it happen, because he was my brother, because I promised. Take care of him, Connie. I'm counting on you.

You don't deserve him," she spits out. I

I definitely don't think he's a good guy for you. All of those lacrosse guys are so douchey." "Well, Peter's not like those other guys." I don't understand why Margot can't just be happy for me. I was at least pretend happy for her when she started dating Josh. She could be pretend happy for me too.

Around ten he sends a text that says, Sorry something came up. I can't come over tonight. He doesn't say where he is or what he's doing, but I already know. He's with Genevieve.

Belly's gonna cry," Steven said in a singsong voice. Then he and Jeremiah started to dance a jig together. "Leave her alone," Conrad said. Steven stopped dancing. "What?" he said, confused. "You guys are so immature," Conrad said, shaking his head.

One day she'll love a boy and want to keep him all to herself and not share his attention with anyone else.

I've been comparing myself to her, all the ways I don't measure up. All the ways our relationship pales next to theirs. I'm the one who couldn't let her go. I'm the one who didn't give us a chance.

I'm not mad at you. I'm just—why does it always have to be Conrad?