#jealousy

Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart. ↗

— George Eliot

#anything #detect #fold #heart #never

Jealousy, that dragon which slays love under the pretence of keeping it alive. ↗

— Havelock Ellis

#alive #dragon #keeping #love #pretence

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

— Rupert Everett

#clarity #comes #jealousy #psychotic

Those who enjoy their own emotionally bad health and who habitually fill their own minds with the rank poisons of suspicion, jealousy and hatred, as a rule take umbrage at those who refuse to do likewise, and they find a perverted relief in trying to denigrate them. ↗

— Johannes Brahms

#bad #denigrate #emotionally #enjoy #fill

My wife's jealousy is getting ridiculous. The other day she looked at my calendar and wanted to know who May was. ↗

— Rodney Dangerfield

#calendar #day #getting #know #looked

If you think of someone's good qualities as the umeboshi in an onigiri it's as if their qualities are stuck to their back! Maybe the reason people get jealous of each other is because they can see so clearly the umeboshi on other people's backs. ↗

— Natsuki Takaya

#fruits-basket #good-qualities #jealousy #food

I think it's important to get your surroundings as well as yourself into a positive state - meaning surround yourself with positive people, not the kind who are negative and jealous of everything you do. ↗

— Heidi Klum

#everything #get #i #i think #important

Jealousy is, I think, the worst of all faults because it makes a victim of both parties. ↗

— Gene Tierney

#because #both #faults #i #i think

That's the way I got along in life. I don't ever remember being particularly jealous of anybody, because I figured if I can't do it myself, I don't deserve to get it. ↗

— Clyde Tombaugh

#along #anybody #because #being #deserve

He rolled his eyes and took my hand. His hand was hard and calloused, tough with muscle and old scars. The night settled around us like a blanket. I could hear the water lapping against the dock. We were totally alone. “You’re . . . ,” he began, and I waited, heart throbbing in my throat. “Such a pain,” he concluded. “What?” I asked, just as his head swooped in and his mouth touched mine. I tried to speak, but one of Fang’s hands held the back of my head, and he kept his lips pressed against me, kissing me softly but with a Fanglike determination. Oh, jeez, I thought distractedly. Jeez, this is Fang, and me, and . . . Fang tilted his head to kiss me more deeply, and I felt totally lightheaded. Then I remembered to breathe through my nose, and the fog cleared a tiny bit. Somehow we were pressed together, Fang’s arms around me now, sliding under my wings, his hands flat against my back. It was incredible. I loved it. I loved him. It was a total disaster. Gasping, I pulled back. “I, uh—,” I began oh so coherently, and then I jumped up, almost knocking him over, and raced down the dock. I took off, flying fast, like a rocket. ↗

— James Patterson

#best-friends #brb-dying #confusion #feelings #friendship