jealousy

Jealousy devours us, we are its dish of the day. (Jalousie nous dévore. - Nous sommes son plat du jour)

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

Claire hated to say it, but she knew the answer, in her heart. __ecause he feels something for me, and he wanted to give me a chance to live. Like him. With him. But I refused.__hane turned and looked at her, a blank expression on his face that turned quickly into . . . something else. Claire was glad Myrnin had gotten out while he still could. __reat,_ he said. __ knew it.___t__ not like that. He____ She shook her head in frustration. __t__ not like he__ in love with me or anything; it__ more complicated than that. I don__ even think he understands it, exactly.___eah, he only loves you for your mind,_ Shane said...

What is inspiration in strangers is jealousy in kinsmen.

Jealousy is about ownership and control, not love. People very often don__ see that. "Infidelity is simply defined as the breaking of trust and the keeping of secrets in an intimate partnership." Having sex with other people and only love one? I say __es if the loved one knows and does not mind". Mine even liked it.

Listen to yourself. Poor martyred Louisa. I predict that Fellows will solve this murder and then sweep you off your feet." Daniel shrugged. "Well, the sweeping-you-off-your-feet part might take a little nudge. But he wants to do it. It's a beautiful thing to watch the way he looks at you. Fellows glared at Gil tonight as though he wanted to find a claymore, learn how to use it, and finish him off. Or just pull out a pistol and shoot him.

Did I mention really, really jealous.

I don't like how he holds on to her and don't like how long he's holding. That doesn't look like brotherly love to me. I stare at his girl. Why is she so damned happy to see her guy hugging someone else?

For in this way Swann was kept in the state of painful agitation which had once before been effective in making his interest blossom into love, on the night when he had failed to find Odette at the Verdurins' and had haunted for her all evening. And he did not have (as I had, afterward, at Combray in my childhood) happy days in which to forget the sufferings that would return with the night. For his days, Swann must pass them without Odette; and as he told himself, now and then, to allow so pretty a woman to go out by herself in Paris was just as rash as to leave a case filled with jewels in the middle of the street. In this mood he would scowl furiously at the passers-by, as though they were so many pick-pockets. But their faces - a collective and formless mass - escaped the grasp of his imagination, and so failed to feed the flame of his jealousy.

I placed my hand on his chest. __ou don__ need to worry about Reece.___ know, I know. He__ nothing compared to my magnificence._ His fingers stroked mine and his eyes softened. __ut just out of curiosity, how do you feel about getting my name tattooed on your forehead?

All I got was the news that he'd married an absolute honey, and an admonition to eat my heart out.

The jealousy and evilness are like worms, that destroy the soul.

I am Envy, begotten of a chimney-sweeper and an oyster-wife. I cannot read, and therefore wish all books were burnt; I am lean with seeing others eat - O that there would come a famine through all the world, that all might die, and I live alone; then thou should'st see how fat I would be! But must thou sit and I stand? Come down, with a vengeance!

Nobody can control their emotional reactions, we can only control our actions, and my current action was to slap my jealousy in the face and shove her in a vat of shut the fuck up.

You__e fucking special and if I want to act all possessive over you when some stupid art guy hits on you right in front of me, I__ going to. Either that or I__ going to have Ethan chase him down right now so I can punch him in the face.

Eleven years she had lived in the dark house and its gloomy garden. He was jealous of the very light and air getting to her, and they kept her close. He stopped the wide chimneys, shaded the little windows, left the strong-stemmed ivy to wander where it would over the house-front, the moss to accumulate on the untrimmed fruit trees in the red-walled garden, the weeds to over-run its green and yellow walks. He surrounded her with images of sorrow and desolation. He caused her to be filled with fears of the place and of the stories that were told of it, and then on pretext of correcting them, to be left in it in solitude, or made to shrink about it in the dark. When her mind was most depressed and fullest of terrors, then, he would come out of one of the hiding-places from which he overlooked her, and present himself as her sole resource.

I was beginning to see that Phineas could get away with anything. I couldn't help envying him that a little, which was perfectly normal. There was no harm in envying even your best friend a little

Atticus adjusted his glasses as he peered down at the blanket. __ey, is that the book Nellie told us abo