#jealousy

... Because the writer resented that she had turned to me I became the handsome and dazed narrator, incapable of love or kindness. That's how I became the damaged party boy who wandered through the wreckage, blood streaming from his nose, asking questions that never required answers. That's how I became the boy who never understood how anything worked. That's how I became the boy who wouldn't save a friend. That's how I became the boy who couldn't love the girl. ↗

— Bret Easton Ellis

#jealousy #resentment #jealousy

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

— Salvador Dali

#jealousy #malcontents #merely #success is #thermometer

Learn to love your haters, they are a wonderful source of inspiration. ↗

— Habeeb Akande

#gossip #haters #inspirational #jealousy #love

His veins were dark with a vivid belladonna tincture, the essence of jealousy. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#jealousy #villette #jealousy

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

What we used to say was whoever had the bow tie got to lead the band. There was never any jealousy. ↗

— Pete Fountain

#band #bow #got #had #jealousy

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