#lousy

Los celos hacen que las personas hagan y digan cosas estúpidas ↗

— Richelle Mead

#jealousy #love #rose-hathaway #spanish #stupid

When I thought of Eric with someone else, I wanted to rip out all his beautiful blonde hair. By the roots. In clumps. ↗

— Charlaine Harris

#jealousy #sookie-stackhouse #beauty

He's really jealous, Ybon said rather weakly. Just have him meet me, Oscar said. I make all boyfriends feel better about themselves. ↗

— Junot Díaz

#jealousy #love-triangles #jealousy

I've really been sick with this cold, but I think I might have kept the columns going anyhow except I was just so low in spirit, I didn't have the will to struggle against them when my deadline was so close and I felt so lousy. ↗

— Ernie Pyle

#anyhow #been #close #cold #columns

The world is lousy with Arab princes. And if we could have got Osama bin Laden, and saved at some point down the road 3,000 American lives, a few less Arab princes would have been OK in my book. ↗

— Michael Scheuer

#american lives #arab #been #bin #book

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

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