#jealous

The thermometer of success is merely the jealousy of the malcontents. ↗

— Salvador Dali

#jealousy #malcontents #merely #success is #thermometer

You are wrong if you think that you can in any way take the vision and tame it to the page. The page is jealous and tyrannical; the page is made of time and matter; the page always wins. ↗

— Annie Dillard

#any #jealous #made #matter #page

Well, I'm so sorry that I can't be the right kind of monster for you, Bella. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#jacob-black #jealousy #love-triangle #jealousy

In my ideal world there would be 99% unemployment for actors, and I would be the 1% that's employed. I hear about somebody getting a job at Starbucks and I get jealous. ↗

— Hamish Linklater

#employed #get #getting #hear #i

Dead fish don't swim around in jealous tides. ↗

— Scott Weiland

#dead #fish #jealous #swim #tides

You look beautiful sitting there spitting at me like a she-cat. All I have to do is look at you, and I lust. I'm going to take you back to the hotel and take off that delectable dress and make love to you until you don't have the energy to be mad at me anymore." Ian Connelly, Marquis of Derne ↗

— Karen Robards

#love #lust #beauty

Plain women are always jealous of their husbands. Beautiful women never are. They are always so occupied with being jealous of other women's husbands. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#husband #jealousy #love #wife #women

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

— Katja Millay

#rage #regret #change

Entering by the carré, a piece of mirror- glass, set in an oaken cabinet, repeated my image. It said I was changed: my cheeks and lips were sodden white, my eyes were glassy, and my eyelids swollen and purple. On rejoining my companions, I knew they all looked at me - my heart seemed discovered to them: I believed myself self-betrayed. Hideously certain did it seem that the very youngest of the school must guess why and for whom I despaired. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#lucy-snowe #madame-beck #paul-emmanuel #unmarriageble #villette

He recognised that all the period of Odette's life which had elapsed before she first met him, a period of which he had never sought to form any picture in his mind, was not the featureless abstraction which he could vaguely see, but had consisted of so many definite, dated years, each crowded with concrete incidents. But were he to learn more of them, he feared lest her past, now colourless, fluid and supportable, might assume a tangible, an obscene form, with individual and diabolical features. And he continued to refrain from seeking a conception of it, not any longer now from laziness of mind, but from fear of suffering. ↗

— Marcel Proust

#dating