jealousy

Insecure people put others down to raise themselves up.

There is no jealous man, without a flirtatious woman.

The poacher's murderer was a man after Archer's own heart, for Archer also didn't like men to hurt Fire or make her acquaintance.

One morning indeed, I felt a sudden misgiving that she not only had left the house but had gone for good: I had just heard the sound of a door which seemed to me to be that of her room. On tiptoe I crept towards the room, opened the door, stood upon the threshold. In the dim light the bedclothes bulged in a semi-circle, that must be Albertine who, with her body bent, was sleeping with her feet and face to the wall. Only, overflowing the bed, the hair upon that head, abundant and dark, made me realise that it was she, that she had not opened her door, had not stirred, and I felt that this motionless and living semi-circle, in which a whole human life was contained and which was the only thing to which I attached any value, I felt that it was there, in my despotic possession.

I don__ have a crush on her! Yet!___ay no more, Dylan-whatever your middle name is-Blair!___avid.___hatever. By the power and duty of big brother, I command you to not have a crush on my sister, until I know you better enough!___hat__ actually quite fair._ __ut I don__ have a crush on her!

She was so beautiful tonight he knew he would die of it. He hated that anyone else should see it. He wished it were something he alone could see. And he knew he was alone, that nobody saw it but him. And he knew that everyone could see it. And still no one could but him.

More than jealousy or possessiveness pettiness kills love.

Jealousy is like wood ants, it will nibble away, until there's nothing left.

Stay away to abuse and misemploy knowledge, and neutrality with jealousy since it reflects the lack of sense.

I can handle Glory." "Can you?" Eve asked. "Because I notice you never call her Gloriana. Just Glory." He shut up. Which is probably about the only smart thing he can do, Claire thought.

Jealousy is like a raging toothache. One cannot do anything when one is jealous, not even sit down. Once can only come and go. Back and forth.

There are apparently two hypotheses about jealousy: that it is a product of civilization and that it is a basic instinct of animals.

jealousy is a bitch nigga trait never truss a man who always ask what u make

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

She's just jealous, people say, as if jealousy is something minor. But it's not, it's the worst, it's the worst feeling there is - incoherent and confused and shameful, and at the same time self-righteous and focused and hard as glass, like a view through a telescope. A feeling of total concentration, but total powerlessness.

she had something I could not have, and so I resented her__ut I realized the fault was mine and not hers.

'You like jealousy. You like knowing people want you.' He wasn't talking about sex, and my heart slowed a little. 'Is it not natural to want to be liked?' 'That ain't what you want. It's like you got to have everybody's heart, and if they don't give it, you rip it out and watch it bleed.'

While some of us burned on the edges of life, insatiable and straining to see more deeply in, he sat complacently at the centre and let life come to him _ so much of it, evidently, that he could not keep track of his appointments.