Quotes About Jealousy

Fanaticism is the disease of religion and politics. It is very hard to treat and cure the fanatic, to remove the fanatical virus from its mind. Such people also suffer from hate, jealousy, lack of senses, and a complex, and are the danger for the entire humanity.

Hatred, revenge, jealousy, and anger, carry and show negativity; consequently, such negativity sprays poison upon the journey of a career and success of life.

Jealousy is a deficiency, of your mind that damages only you, no one else.

Jealousy is such a penalty that one sprays upon itself.

Jealousy lives stateless, having no language, caste, colour, and creed. It works in the minds, as like a termite, works in the wood, silently and peacefully.

Love bears two negative feelings; fear and jealousy, overcoming that, beautify life; otherwise, these become self-hurting.

Nothing else than the worst and abysmal self-defeat, which elucidates that; one fetches and embraces itself to become the victim of own ego, vanity, and jealousy.

The biggest enemy of a woman, is only a woman, no one else.

The ego, vanity, jealousy and such other flaws define the imperceptive attitude and fly silently, towards self-victimizing.

The scholarly, rational, and constructive criticism on that place, proves its effectiveness, where the rays of instinct and vision entirely remove the jealousy from the heart and pride, from the mind. Otherwise that both poisons, are the abstract of the ignorance, and on the level of knowledge and skill, even kill a scholar too.

Kat hates men like that, men who are too attractive for their own good-and know it.

From the first lines I began to feel bad. In Pisa, the bad feeling increased, over days, over months. Every word of Lila's diminished me. Every sentence, even sentences written when she was still a child, seemed to empty out mine, not the ones of that time but the ones now. And yet every page ignited my thoughts, my ideas, my pages as if until that moment I had lived in a studious but ineffectual stupor.

Would she always do the things I was supposed to do, before and better than me? She eluded me when I followed her and meanwhile stayed close on my heels in order to pass me by?

Ecco Lila festeggiata dal rione, sembrava felice. Sorrideva elegante, cortese, mano nella mano di suo marito. Era bellissima. Su di lei, sulla sua andatura, avevo puntato da piccola, per sfuggire a mia madre. Avevo sbagliato. Lila era rimasta lì, vincolata in modo lampante a quel mondo, dal quale s'immaginava di aver tratto il meglio.

The girl, perhaps without even realizing it, and who knows for how long, had been assessing the power of her swaying body, her restless eyes, on my husband; and he looked at her as one looks from a gray area at a white wall struck by the sun.

school. At first I had great expectations, and even if I didn't say so clearly to myself I was glad to be there with Gigliola Spagnuolo rather than with Lila. In some very secret part of myself I looked forward to a school where she would never enter, where, in her absence, I would be the best student, and which I would sometimes tell her about, boasting. But immediately I began to falter, many of the others proved to be better than me. I ended up with Gigliola in a kind

Comme toujours Lila s'attribuait le devoir de me planter une aiguille dans le cÅ"ur, non pour qu'il s'arrête mais pour qu'il batte plus fort.

She must have been jealous," Zita said. "Of course, I hope she feels more secure now. I've moved on. I have a new boyfriend. I'm happy now." "That's great," I said, recognizing the rule that, once you had a new boyfriend, you were happy.

Life, especially in relation to other women, would always be a competition, one she would rarely win.

There is a strong disposition in youth, from which some individuals never escape, to suppose that everyone else is having a more enjoyable time than we are ourselves;

As iron is eaten away by rust, so the envious are consumed by their own passion.

As iron is eaten by rust, so are the envious consumed by envy.

Writers are as jealous as pigeons.

How intolerable people are sometimes who are happy and successful in everything.