Quotes About Possessiveness

Du joli, la passion dite amour. Si pas de jalousie, ennui. Si jalousie, enfer bestial. Elle une esclave, et lui une brute. Ignobles romanciers, bande de menteurs qui embellissaient la passion, en donnaient l'envie aux idiotes et aux idiots. Ignobles romanciers, fournisseurs et flagorneurs de la classe possédante. Et les idiotes aimaient ces sales mensonges, ces escroqueries, s'en nourissaient.

For most of us, relationship with another is based on dependence, either economic or psychological. This dependence creates fear, breeds in us possessiveness, results in friction, suspicion, frustration.

could not bear to think that they might love another woman . . . I dare not let them go to the embraces of anyone else . . .

Oh, and Drew, honey?" The former counselor looked back reluctantly. "In case you think I'm not a true daughter of Aphrodite," Piper said, "don't even look at Jason Grace. He may not know it yet, but he's mine . If you even try to make a move, I will load you into a catapult and shoot you across Long Island Sound." Drew turned around so fast, she ran into the doorframe. Then she was gone.

My dear, I'm a cat. Everything I see is mine.

The jealous are troublesome to others, but torment to themselves.

But jealous souls will not be answer'd so;They are not ever jealous for the cause,But jealous for they are jealous; 'tis a monsterBegot upon itself, born on itself.

The jealous know nothing, suspect much, and fear everything.

It's amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy.

Jealousy is such an ugly emotion.

Jealousy - the Auschwitz of emotions.

Jealousy fuses megalomania and self-abandonment.

Without that poise and balance and gentle humor and caring sense, nothing happens at all. It's just egotism and vanity and jealousy and possessiveness.

Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, Thou tyrant of the mind!

Bored by safety, the lover grows jealous and exacting.

He was jealous of her future, and she of his past.

Jealousy, the old worm that bites.

Why don't I just give you a pair of my panties to hang around your neck? Then whenever you feel jealous, you can wave them at whoever's pissing you off.

He felt that anything he wanted ought to be his no matter what.

She wanted to ride him, wanted to hide him away in her bedroom, to use only for herself. She was jealous of every woman who had come before her. Had used this wonderful penis. Had heard his groan. She opened her eyes. But it was the women who would come after that she truly wanted to kill. He was hers. He should never share this part of himself with anyone else.

Library books were, I suddenly realized, promiscuous, ready to lie down in the arms of anyone who asked. Not like bookstore books, which married their purchasers, or were brokered for marriages to others.

The lust of avarice as so totally seized upon mankind that their wealth seems rather to possess them than they possess their wealth.

I don't believe that if you love somebody you have to possess him, live with him or marry him.

I hate jealousy, I hate possessiveness. I'm nobody's possession.