jealousy

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.

That I have no right to be jealous is irrelevant. It is a human passion: the sick, white underbelly of love.

She had in truth no abstract propensity to malice: she did not dislike Lily because the latter was brilliant and predominant, but because she thought that Lily disliked her. It is less mortifying to believe one's self unpopular than insignificant, and vanity prefers to assume that indifference is a latent form of unfriendliness.

Ben wore the same goofy smile as in the photo. Take that, new guy! I can make him happy too!

If the enemy of my enemy is my friend, then a friend of my enemy, is my enemy.

Millions upon millions will attain your ceremony, but don't think all of them are in a ceremonius mood.

Envy yearns to find flaws.

So you really meant what you said to me yesterday?" Her voice rose. "I should find myself a nice wolf and settle down?" He fought off the rising incursions of dissonance, the razor blades sliding through his brain stem and traveling down his spine. "That would be rushing things.

Ah, wine. Wine was my friend. Wine understood me. Wine knew that it was entirely possible to be one hundred percent happy for your sisters and also ten percent jealous, because Wine does not care about mathematics.

...love's shadow is jealousy.

At this point, the jealousy that tortured me all my life commenced, and the force with which it came over me marked me forever. It became my true passion, utterly heedless of any attempts at convincing me or pointing out a better way.

She is my girlfriend, I can do whatever I want to her. In fact, I__ going to take her home and fuck her from here to eternity, how about that?

Jealousy is an unjust and stifling thing.

It is a persistent evil to persecute a man who belongs to the grace of God. It is a calamity without remedy to hate the happy.

Envy is a buzz killer."~R. Alan Woods [2013]

Even jealousy is based on fantasies: a fantasy that someone else has what belongs to you.

Archer wouldn't consider her allowance of the guard to be evidence of the powers of rational argument. He'd take it as proof that she was in love with whichever of her guards was the most handsome.

she was polite, charming, and damn pretty. Braith wanted to hate her, but she just couldn__. The bitch.