#lousy

People are taken aback by a confident, pretty girl who knows what she wants in life and isn't going to let anyone get in her way. And you know what it's all about? Jealousy. ↗

— Summer Altice

#about #anyone #confident #get #girl

I do not say anything from jealousy. ↗

— Anna Held

#i #i do #jealousy #say

It is not love that is blind, but jealousy. ↗

— Lawrence Durrell

#blind #love

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

— Havelock Ellis

#alive #dragon #keeping #love #pretence

Show me a great actor and I'll show you a lousy husband. Show me a great actress, and you've seen the devil. ↗

— W. C. Fields

#actress #devil #great #husband #i

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 can channel the best part of you that is bigger than yourself, where it’s not about your ego and not about getting ahead, then you can have fun and you aren’t jealous of others. You see other people's talent as another branch of your own. You can keep it rooted in joy. Life is long and there are plenty of opportunities to make mistakes. The point of it all is to learn. ↗

— Ethan Hawke

#happiness #jealousy #learning #life #jealousy

You could be David's friend too". She glanced at Tamani when he said nothing. He was frowning. "The two of you really have a lot in common, and we're all in this together". He shook his head. "It wouldn't work". "Why not? He's a nice guy. And it would do you good to have some human friends", she said hinting at what she suspected was the root of the problem. "It's not that", Tamani said, gesturing vaguely with one hand. "Then why?" Laurel asked, exasperated. "I just don't want to cosy up to the guy whose girl I have every intention of stealing ↗

— Aprilynne Pike

#laurel #love #tamani #wild #jealousy

As you look with jealousy and greed in your neighbor’s house, you put you own house at risk.” L.K ↗

— Kate Namara

#jealousy

She sang, as requested. There was much about love in the ballad: faithful love that refused to abandon its object; love that disaster could not shake; love that, in calamity, waxed fonder, in poverty clung closer. The words were set to a fine old air -- in themselves they were simple and sweet: perhaps, when read, they wanted force; when well sung, they wanted nothing. Shirley sang them well: she breathed into the feeling, softness, she poured round the passion, force: her voice was fine that evening; its expression dramatic: she impressed all, and charmed one. On leaving the instrument, she went to the fire, and sat down on a seat -- semi-stool, semi-cushion: the ladies were round her -- none of them spoke. The Misses Sympson and the Misses Nunnely looked upon her, as quiet poultry might look on an egret, an ibis, or any other strange fowl. What made her sing so? They never sang so. Was it proper to sing with such expression, with such originality -- so unlike a school girl? Decidedly not: it was strange, it was unusual. What was strange must be wrong; what was unusual must be improper. Shirley was judged. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#empathy #expectations #expression #faithfulness #feeling