Quotes About Jealousy

It's a hard way to learn, but I think that's how most of us learn about jealousy. It seems like a stupid way for anyone to feel, until someone makes you feel it.

I have since come to know that many men always see another's good fortune as a slight to themsleves.

Many men always see another's good fortune as a slight to themselves.

I comfort myself with the knowledge that if Duval ever feels smothered by me, it will be because I am holding a pillow over his face.

Sergeant, I could've caught her in bed with the man, and I still wouldn't have killed her. Not that kind of guy? Not that kind of marriage.

He should've gone with his father's recommendation and walked in wearing a T-shirt that read "You're only Jealous Because the Voices are Talking to Me.

That guilt is a jealous lover.

From the second I woke up, I had seen my family in new ways and they had me filled with strange emotions --melancholy, sadness, jealousy, and a sense of injustice about many things that suddenly seemed unfair.

The nanny you let into your home seduces your husband, sets fire to your life. And all because you wanted to work and be a mother.

O Hathor," Cleo began, "why bless me with an abundance of gorgeousness and then deprive me of people to envy it? Especially on a Saturday night?

Which was why Skye was in a recliner that went hot and cold more often than Blair and Nate.

He found that he was often angry, now: irrationally angry at his groupmates, that they were satisfied with their lives which had none of the vibrance his own was taking on.

Mark has everything to do with this! If you hadn't gone downside after him, you would never have been killed. And you wouldn't have been left with some damned cryonic short circuit in your head. You may think he's the greatest invention since the Necklin drive, but I loathe the fat little creep!" "Well, I like the fat little creep! Somebody has to. I swear, you are frigging jealous. Don't be such a damned cast-iron bitch!" They

Otro hombre toca lo que es mío y lo mato. Lo destrozaría, Ria. Cualquiera que se atreva a intentar hacerte daño, y la locura será la menor de mis debilidades. Me destruirá. Eres mía-Mercury

Rowdy braced himself. He could feel the sexual tension beginning to heat up in the room. His cousins had waited years for this. Hell, they all had. "I'm not sharing her." The words were out of Rowdy's mouth before he could stop them.

You had no intention of sharing Kelly with Rowdy even if it had been what he wanted, did you?" Dawg grunted. Rowdy would have killed both of them if they had touched Kelly. "Neither did you unless Rowdy really still needed it.

Questions still plagued her, as did an instinctive discomfort regarding the idea that Rowdy could ever want to touch another woman, no matter the relationship that developed between her and his cousins.

Should I just ask you all to screw me, Rowdy? Why don't I just bare it now and let you take turns with me. Hell yeah, make it damned easy on you, wouldn't it? That way, you don't have to feel like shit later because you let another man take what was yours?

she had known better. She should have sent Alex after him. She should have sent anyone after him but herself. Because she had known how it would end, and she had known where he would want it to go. Rather than accepting that, she had fooled herself into thinking that taking her, realizing her innocence, her feelings for him, that he would show a spark of possessiveness. Just a moment's hesitancy in sharing her with other men, with seeing another man touching her, taking her.

Even the fact that eventually, the man she loved would touch another woman, pleasure her, fuck her. She couldn't accept his cousins' touch without that knowledge.

Presumably the car at the gate was Matt, the man who would work over Priss, head to toes. Even from a distance, Matt looked flamboyant with bleached-blond hair, dark shades and a purple convertible. It was unreasonable and it made little sense, but because he'd be working on Priss, Trace disliked him on sight.

The other woman was chic and polished in a way Yvette could never be. Wavy, light brown hair, a sheer blouse and high heels only made her more attractive—and left Yvette feeling underdressed, out of place and far too intrusive. She'd come to the bar to give Cannon a message, to release him from any obligations, and instead she'd just...enjoyed him.

She had, without realizing it at the time, learned to follow Nick's gaze, learned to learn his lust...his desires remained memorized within her. She looked at the attractive women he would look at...She had become him: she longed for these women. But she was also herself, and so she despised them. She lusted after them, but she also wanted to beat them up. A rapist. She had become a rapist, driving to work in a car.

It's bad enough to love someone who don't love you, but to have them told of it is perfectly awful. It makes me wild just to think of it. Ah, Fan, I'm getting so ill tempered and envious and wicked, I don't know what will happen to me. - Polly