Quotes About Jealousy

Good Lord, I hated her, but you had to admire the bitch.

Amy was absolutely beautiful. I hated her. I was afraid of her.

Little people have to hate, have to blame someone for their own inadequacies.

He lies ever upon his hoard, his heart jealous and mean. Never believe he has nodded because his eyes have closed. The dragon never sleeps.

The vast majority of humanity today Seems bereft of all common sense. They lack the eye able to tell right from wrong And stagger off the cliff falling to extremes. Some, poisoned by the waters of jealousy, Are obsessed with the thought of besting others; While others, poisoned by hatred and hypocrisy, Race around in a state of utter delirium. And both claim to uphold the spiritual path!

That's the whole point of being rich," I explain patiently. "What good is it if nobody's jealous?

It is not enough to succeed. Others must fail.

Whenever a friend succeeds, a little something in me dies.

I'm afraid that I've always been jealous of those I care about, and since they are so very few, one's apt to become ridiculously jealous. Sooner or later, I always blame myself. I always try to forgive. And I think I do. Only Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â The mouth was suddenly compressed to a straight line. "I never forget.

A narcissist is someone better looking than you.

Hatred seems to work on the same glands as love: it even produces the same actions. If we had not been taught how to interpret the story of the Passion, would we have been able to say from their actions alone whether it was the jealous Judas or the cowardly Peter who loved Christ?

Perhaps the sexual life is the great test. If we can survive it with charity to those we love and with affection to those we have betrayed, we needn't worry so much about the good and the bad in us. But jealousy, distrust, cruelty, revenge, recrimination ... then we fail. The wrong is in that failure even if we are the victims and not the executioners. Virtue is no excuse.

I refused to believe that love could take any other form than mine: I measured love by the extent of my jealousy, and by that standard of course she could not love me at all.

There are times when a lover longs to be also a father and a brother: he is jealous of the years he hasn't shared.

There's nothing discreditable about jealousy, Mr Bendrix. I always salute it as the mark of true love.

Can't one love or hate, I broke out at him, as long as that? Don't make any mistake. I'm just another of your jealous clients, I don't claim to be any different fro m the rest,but there's been a time-lag in my case.

A frigid woman is never jealous, you simply haven't caught up yet on ordinary human emotions.

I measured love by the extent of my jealousy

and I took her words as an insult and walked straight out and down the stairs and into the street. Is this the end, I wondered, playacting to myself? There's no need ever to go back. If I can get her out of my system, can't I find somewhere a quiet friendly marriage that would go on and on? Then perhaps I wouldn't feel jealous because I wouldn't love enough: I would just be secure, and my self-pity and hatred walked hand in hand across the darkening Common like idiots without a keeper.

The music pealed on under the Chinese lanterns and the pink spotlight featured the singer holding the microphone closer to his starched shirt. 'You been in love?' the Boy asked sharply and uneasily. 'Oh yes,' Rose said. The Boy retorted with sudden venom, 'You would have been. You're green. You don't know what people do.

I had no memory at all of Sarah and I was completely free from anxiety, jealousy, insecurity, hate: my mind was a blank sheet on which somebody had just been on the point of writing a message of happiness. I felt sure that when my memory came back, the writing would continue and that I should be happy.

Neither of us mentioned him when we woke on the morning after his death...One is not jealous of the dead, and it seemed easy to me that morning to take up our old life together.

Because I couldn't bear the thought of her so much as touching another man, I feared it all the time, and I saw intimacy in the most casual movement of her hand.

When you are miserable you envy other people's happiness.