Quotes About Jealousy

Aisha was ten and didn't understand half of what Colson said, up there on the stage, dressed in purple velvet like he was Prince. She couldn't follow the words, but she didn't have any problem making sense of the way Juliet looked at him. Aisha didn't have any problem figuring out why Juliet's cousin hated Romeo either. Tybalt didn't want some smooth-talking black kid crowding in on any white girl, let alone someone in his family.

If people talk about you, being jealous, critical, and trying to make you look bad, don't let that change you. You don't need their approval when you have God's approval.

It's so important for you to get around people who will stir up [your] seeds of greatness. Don't surround yourself with naysayers. Life is too short to hang around negative, critical, cynical, skeptical, judgmental, small-minded, jealous people.

What I like best about this is not seeing you naked, love," Marcus said. He began to massage the bar of soap in the washcloth, creating a rich lather. "Though you are quite beautiful. What I like is knowing Josh is kneeling here beside you and cannot see you.

The jealous are possessed by a mad devil and a dull spirit at the same time.

Ich bin nicht nur bei jedem Mädchen, das ich liebte, eifersüchtig gewesen, sondern auch bei jeder andern, wenn sie nur hübsch war.

Oh, diese Eifersucht ist noch viel unbegreiflicher als unsre Liebe, denn wir können doch nicht alle Weiber und Mädchen zu unserm Eigentum machen; aber das lüsterne Auge läßt sich keine Schranken setzen, unsre Phantasie ist wie das Faß der Danaiden, unser Sehnen umfängt und umarmt jeglichen Busen.«

I sometimes cannot understand how she can love another, how she dares love another, when I love nothing in this world so completely, so devotedly, as I love her, when I know only her, and have no other possession.

I know of enough cases in which a close and, as it seemed, indissoluble relationship was annulled by the casual arrival of a third party, and one of the pair, previously joined so beautifully, driven out into empty space.

If your best friend has stolen your girlfriend, it does become life and death.

Drop jealousy and envy, for they make you ugly. Be loving, be accepting, and most of all... be happy just the way you are.

The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity – it's envy.

Remember, the grass is always greener where you don't happen to be the neighbor.

The damning tho't stuck in my throat and cut me like a knife, That she, whom all my life I'd loved, should be another's wife.

The moon is always jealous of the heat of the day, just as the sun always longs for something dark and deep.

In life,there are only four kinds of girls: The girl who played with fire. The girl who opened Pandora's Box. The girl who gave Adam the apple. And the girl whose best friend stole her boyfriend.

For the last half of my life I have had the doubtful benefit of a brother whose literary reputation is much greater than my own.

Life is rife with frustrations, jealousies and, on occasion, an overwhelming sense of its injustices, but it's a big mistake to let such negative sentiments rule our lives and dictate choices.

Those who murder fame Kill more than life destroyers.

You're not wearing rose-colored glasses—you can see challenges very clearly. But instead of only focusing on how hard it all is, you see possibility and potential within the intense energy of your emotions: anger's brilliant clarity; jealousy's content and generous heart; attachment's pure love and compassion.

Much of the world is jealous of the United States. Many of the religious and political fanatics who ridicule and criticize the U.S., calling Americans "Satanists" and "imperialists," would fall head over heels for a green card, if they don't already have one.

My problem is I can think whatever I think—girl power, solidarity, Gloria Steinem rah rah rah — but I still feel the way I feel. Which is jealous. And pissy about little things.

On the other hand, it's like we're three years old. You don't want that scruffy old teddy bear until your friend takes it and starts having a good time with it. Then suddenly it's the cutest bear you've ever seen, and you want to get it away from her.

The fact that I couldn't understand his life experience very well, combined with how he was a year ahead of me and really into all his academics, the literary magazine, et cetera—that meant that all the time, he got to be the big man and I was looking up at him with wide eyes. And that was what he liked about me. And why he despised me.