Jealousy devours us, we are its dish of the day. (Jalousie nous dévore. – Nous sommes son plat du jour)

Some people dislike you because they are lacking in the qualities you have !

Jealousy is like wood ants, it will nibble away, until there’s nothing left.

I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die. I am jealous of the portrait you have painted of me. Why should it keep what I must lose? Every moment that passes takes something from me and gives something to it. Oh, if it were only the other way! If the picture could change,...

I won’t lie. I want to beat the hell out of any man who’s had you—you’d be smart to keep them the hell away from me—but nothing in your past can change how I feel about you.

get all the breaks.

Mankind are tolerant of the praises of others as long as each hearer thinks that he can do as well or nearly as well himself, but, when the speaker rises above him, jealousy is aroused and he begins to be incredulous.

See, it’s not that I’m jealous of others. I just don’t understand why they can be happy and I can’t.

After he had fully determined that the young man was at the bottom of this state of affairs, and that it all came from him, he Jean Valjean, the regenerated man, the man who had laboured so much upon his soul, the man who had made so many efforts to resolve all life, all misery,...

…love’s shadow is jealousy.

Los celos hacen que las personas hagan y digan cosas estúpidas

Those who envy the success of others are normally ignorant to the sacrafices, failures, and dedication that it took for them to get there

For despite his confidence, and his apparent maturity, I suspected that there was in him a deep and childish need to elevate, and idealize, the love object. This is not uncommon in artists. The very nature of their work, the long periods of isolation followed by public self-display, and the associated risk of rejection all...

The way you think about yourself determines your reality. You are not being hurt by the way people think about you. Many of those people are a reflection of how you think about yourself.

When criticism doesn’t make sense, it is usually coming from a different place.

Most people are about as happy as their self confidence will allow them to be.

I can’t really change my life to accommodate people who are jealous. I don’t see why I should.

Stop worrying about someone taking your spot. God already have it reserved. Do the work to get there and fill it!

God is always trying to give blessings to us, but our minds are usually too full to receive them.

Then must you speakOf one that loved not wisely but too well,Of one not easily jealous but, being wrought,Perplexed in the extreme; of one whose hand,Like the base Indian, threw a pearl awayRicher than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes,Albeit unused to the melting mood,Drop tears as fast as the Arabian treesTheir medicinable...

Maybe, it is just enough to believe with a positive heart that people didn’t let you down. It could be just this: They couldn’t give you the compassion you really wanted based on where their heart is right now. Maybe, not now, but years later they will catch the memory of you in a quiet...

Beauty is not who you are on the outside, it is the wisdom and time you gave away to save another struggling soul, like you.

Don’t hold back because you’re afraid of hurting someone else. If your best friend wants to be a cheerleader and you make the team but she doesn’t, don’t feel guilty. If you end up earning more than your sister, it’s not a betrayal. Your success might be an inspiration for someone else, while limiting yourself...

We like to stress the commonness of heroes. Essences seem undemocratic. We feel oppressed by the call to greatness. We regard an interest in glory or perfection as a sign of mental unhealthiness, and have decided that high achievers, who are called overachievers, owe their surplus ambition to a defect in mothering (either too little...

It is a persistent evil to persecute a man who belongs to the grace of God. It is a calamity without remedy to hate the happy.

Envy yearns to find flaws.

Did you talk to him about it?””Oh, sure. Nothing happened, yadda yadda. The usual. But my maydar went off like crazy.””Maydar?””As in, he may be thinking about super hot sex with her. Like radar, only not as sure.

In the closed world of the gynaeceum, despite the gardens and parkland extending beyong the horizon, despite the insurmountable walls separating pavillions and palaces, the tangled web of our fate was inescapable. Why did these women love each other to the point of madness? Why did they loathe one another so vehemently, and why did...

Love that wants only to get, to possess, is a monstrous thing

As jealousy entered, trust left… and their dream of a relationship began to wither into a nightmare… a nightmare in which love just wasn’t enough.

Jealousy is not there to encourage you to make someone fail, but there to encourage one to do more than the one they envy.

It’s a bad word, ‘belong.’ Especially when you put it with somebody you love … You can’t own a human being.

Why do you care?” His eyes looked casually over my shoulder, down the hallway then flicked back to me. “Are you jealous?” his left eyebrow rose slightly.”Of Lizzie, umm, no,” I mouthed.”Ah, huh” he didn’t sound convinced. “So what are you doing with Kosic?” His face twitched for a second like he smelled something bad.”Jealous?”...

I make it my business to know everything about silver. And I saw your notes. I study up on everything when it comes to your boss, anyway.” There was a flicker of jealousy about that, but she didn’t have time, or energy, to consider it very much. Not even whether or not she liked it.

There are occasions when a woman, no matter how weak and impotent in character she may be in comparison with a man, will yet suddenly become not only harder than any man, but even harder than anything and everything in the world.

Jake’s POV: It was just too bad that Chloe was freezing Ally out even though her family hadn’t been affected. Because otherwise Ally would be here and maybe I could be making out with her instead of Lisa Freckles. Except that Ally would be making out with David Drake. Was that what they were doing...

Jake’s POV: Meanwhile, Ally was here with Marshall Moss, who she was obviously going to hook up with later. They’d barely stopped touching each other all night. Even now, they were out in the middle of the dance floor dancing to some Black Eyed Peas song. No reason to be touching for a fast song,...

If a negative viewer looks at you with an ugly fiendish eye, find a way and pluck off his eyes, or better still, protect your good image.

But just out of curiosity, how do you feel about getting my name tattooed on your forehead?

My jealousy is a living thing. Shifting, changing, growing. Like my rage and my mother’s regret.

Jealousy smells like the water in the bottom of a flower vase after the flowers have died.

You’re fucking special and if I want to act all possessive over you when some stupid art guy hits on you right in front of me, I’m going to. Either that or I’m going to have Ethan chase him down right now so I can punch him in the face.

I very specifically told you to stay away from Ned Blydon.””I chose not to follow your advice. Ned is a very nice person. Handsome, personable—a perfect escort.””That is precisely why I wanted you to keep him at arm’s length.

What is jealousy but a reflection of your own failures?

I don’t like how he holds on to her and don’t like how long he’s holding. That doesn’t look like brotherly love to me. I stare at his girl. Why is she so damned happy to see her guy hugging someone else?

Too bad,Elizabeth. You’re Stuck with me.Not for a few decades,not for centuries. You’re tied to me forever. That boy and girl offspring you talked off? They’ll come from me–or no one.

Jealousy is an ugly emotion that makes people do some seriously whacked shit and when a woman is experiencing it, it’s worse.

That’s the way I am,” is the voice of knowledge. It’s the voice of the liar living in the Tree of Knowledge in your head. The Toltec consider it a mental disease that is highly contagious because it’s transmitted from human to human through knowledge. The symptoms of the disease are fear, anger, hatred, sadness,...

…there was a natural comorbidity between sexual appetite and sexual jealousy, between the desire to fuck and the desire to kill.

I am touched by her life, how it moves forward, pulses and springs. There is no fragmentation, nothing stunted or wedged. I circle back, I regress, the past doesn’t let go. It might as well be a malfunction, a scene repeating itself, a scratched vinl record, a stutter.