Quotes About Jealousy

Skills which are so great as to amaze those of lesser talents are always mistrusted. Thus

You're not … her." His voice, distant. A mere echo. "You could never be her.

I hate you, Tommy!

Tomas looked over at Newt, brarely able to see his friend's face. "What, you jealous or something?

Brenda found his hand, squeezed it. Once again, Thomas felt a ridiculous surge of guilt, like he was cheating on Teresa. He couldn't help that this girl was so touchy-feely.

All he saw was madness and bloodlust and jealousy carved onto countless bleeding and mangled faces.

Every time he thought of her, rage boiled inside him.

How many of those who are insecure seek power over others as a compensation for inadequacy and wind up bringing consequences down upon their heads and those around them? How many hide out in their lives, resist the summons to show up, or live fugitive lives, jealous, projecting onto others, and then wonder why nothing ever really feels quite right. How many proffer compliance with the other, buying peace at the price of soul, and wind up with neither?

envy and jealousy because he

What a charming man," I said. "I do not like him." "Bertrand, it's a little early in our friendship to be jealous." Bertrand looked flustered. "I did not mean that… Not only that, en tout cas." "Don't worry." I leaned forward and whispered, "My cock is all yours.

That is ever the way. 'Tis all jealousy to the bride and good wishes to the corpse.

That's all it takes, one drop of fear, to curdle love into hate.

That which makes people dissatisfied with their condition, is the chimerical idea they form of the happiness of others.

The histories and tragedies of Shakespeare that Lincoln loved most dealt with themes that would resonate to a president in the midst of civil war: political intrigue, the burdens of power, the nature of ambition, the relationship of leaders to those they governed. The plays illuminated with stark beauty the dire consequences of civil strife, the evils wrought by jealousy and disloyalty, the emotions evoked by the death of a child, the sundering of family ties or love of country.

Jonathan Quest, the younger brother, came home for the holidays from his expensive school, like a visitor from a more prosperous world. For the first time, Martha found herself consciously resenting him. Why, she asked herself, was it that he, with half her brains, should be sent to a 'good school', why was it he should inevitably be given the advantages?

She gave him a woman smile. Not for him, for Laurel because she scorned Laurel.

Except once, long ago, over an estrangement with his wife Mariotta, Lord Culter had never been jealous of the young brother he had seen grow from babyhood. Until the moment Francis had left home at sixteen, a prisoner of war to the English, Richard knew him solely as a blond and delicate boy, interested only, it seemed, in reading and music, whose apparent fragility concealed a will of steel, and a turn of phrase which could wound like a sword-cut.

What's poor Richard ever done to you except get himself born first?" The blue eyes were speculative. "Ill-calculated," he agreed. "But not necessarily final.

It seems we are sparing no cliché. You impertinent oaf of a schoolboy.… It's because you can't have Francis Crawford that you want me. That's all.

Two men who dislike each other never notice the third on their backs.

I should rather, Philippa, marry where there is no love than marry and find love turn to jealousy.

You're thinking that people don't keep up old jealousies for twenty years or so. Perhaps not. Not just primitive, brute jealousy. That means a word and a blow. But the thing that rankles is hurt vanity. That sticks. Humiliation. And we've all got a sore spot we don't like to have touched.

It will be sent that, although the writer's love is verily a jealous love, it is a jealousy for and not of his creatures. He will tolerate no interference either with them or between them and himself.

Three be the things I shall never attain: Envy, content, and sufficient champagne.