#jealous

I don't think that you can fake warmth. You can fake lust, jealousy, anger; those are all quite easy. But actual, genuine warmth? I don't think you can fake it. ↗

— Keira Knightley

#anger #easy #fake #genuine #i

Jealousy is a dog's bark which attracts thieves. ↗

— Karl Kraus

#attracts #bark #dog #thieves #which

Back then I didn't think a woman like that, or a relationship like that, could exist with complete freedom and no jealousy or possessiveness. I thought it sounded too good to be true and I was certainly convinced it wasn't the life for me! ↗

— Sylvia Kristel

#be true #certainly #complete #complete freedom #convinced

Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#discontent #dogs #evil #jealousy #know

And not only that, I also have the MacBook Air which is really cool. Even my wife is jealous of my MacBook Air. ↗

— Karl Rove

#air #also #even #i #jealous

Don't waste time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. ↗

— Mary Schmich

#ahead #behind #sometimes #time #waste

When I came into boxing, I brought it to the next level with adverts and doing pantomime and people just got jealous of me doing that. ↗

— Frank Bruno

#brought #came #doing #got #i

In my experience lust only ever leads to misery. All that suspicion and jealousy and anguish it unleashes. I don't want those things in my life. ↗

— Chrissie Hynde

#ever #experience #i #jealousy #leads

Unrequited love," I'd say. He'd look at me sideways in that cunning way he did and say, "what about it?" and I'd reply, "it's not your color." Pithy. Just to show him that I'd noticed. Or maybe I'd show myself to her and say, "Guess I'm not the only one who uses humans around here." And then I'd summon some of Owain's hounds to chew off the bottom bits of her legs. Then she wouldn't fit just right into his arms. She'd be too short. It'd be like hugging a midget. Nuala- pg. 75 ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#jealousy #humor

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss, Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger: But O, what damnèd minutes tells he o'er Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves! (Act 3, scene 3, 165–171) ↗

— William Shakespeare

#jealousy