#jealous

Nothing is more capable of troubling our reason, and consuming our health, than secret notions of jealousy in solitude. ↗

— Aphra Behn

#capable #consuming #health #more #nothing

Let your playerhaters be your motivators. ↗

— Alberta Parish

#motivation #playerhaters #motivational

I used to get so jealous if my wife liked another band more than my own. Come to think of it, I still do. ↗

— Tom DeLonge

#band #come #get #i #jealous

Believe me,' [...] 'I would know about it. That's the difference between me and your girlfriend. I am the jealous type. I am the Spanish Inquisition when it comes to being fucked around on. No quarter will be given. ↗

— Jonathan Franzen

#girlfriend #jealousy #freedom

Betrayal is an ironic thing. He or she betrays you then you betray yourself. You think you’re showing strength with your anger, but in reality, you’re showing how much you still care. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#betrayal #bickering #breakups #divorce #fights

I love being in love, but I also love other things, like not being jealous, overly sensitive, or needy.
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— Dark Jar Tin Zoo

#humor #jealous #jealousy #love #sensitive

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

You never felt jealousy, did you, Miss Eyre? Of course not: I need not ask you; because you never felt love. You have both sentiments yet to experience: your soul sleeps; the shock is yet to be given which shall waken it. You think all existence lapses in as quiet a flow as that in which your youth has hitherto slid away. Floating on with closed eyes and muffled ears, you neither see the rocks bristling not far off in the bed of the flood, nor hear the breakers boil at their base. But I tell you--and you may mark my words--you will come some day to a craggy pass in the channel, where the whole of life's stream will be broken up into whirl and tumult, foam and noise: either you will be dashed to atoms on crag points, or lifted up and borne on by some master-wave into a calmer current- -as I am now. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#love #experience

That was the worst period of all: it is my profession to imagine, to think in images: fifty times through the day, and immediately I woke during the night, a curtain would rise and the play would begin: always the same play, Sarah making love, Sarah with X, doing the same things that we had done together, Sarah kissing in her own particular way, arching herself in the act of sex and uttering that cry like pain, Sarah in abandonment. I would take pills at night to make me sleep quickly, but I never found any pills that would keep me asleep till daylight. ↗

— Graham Greene

#love #imagination