jealousy

Nixon didn't mellow with his success, he became embittered by it.

Steaming, Sebastian flies up out of his seat and makes a dramatic exit out the front door."Is he always so crazy?" I asked."Yeah. But he's a hot fuck. You'll see.""No thanks... I'll pass. That kid's severely psychotic.""He's just a jealous mess.""Why did you marry him?""We're not married. We're in an open relationship.""Thank God. I was seriously worried.""YEAH. Well I better go find him- before he slits his wrists.""GOOD IDEA. Better take some duct tape-- just in case you're too late.

I want to be the kind of boy you are, thought Bean. But I don__ want to go through what you__e been through to get there.

A watched pot never boils, but if I took my eyes from these negative thoughts for a second they would spill over the edges of my lips, and boil the beautiful moment alive as we lived it.

Just as Cam left Ivo Jenner__ apartments, St. Vincent met him in the hall. There was a scowl on the blond man__ face, and a vein of chilling arrogance in his tone. __f my wife finds comfort in trite Gypsy homilies, I have no objection to your offering them. However, if you ever kiss her again, no matter how platonic the fashion, I__l make a eunuch of you._ The fact that St. Vincent could stoop to petty jealousy when Ivo Jenner was not yet cold in his bed might have outraged some men. Cam, however, regarded the autocratic viscount with speculative interest. Deliberately calibrating his reply to test the other man, Cam said softly, __ad I ever wanted her that way, I would have had her by now._ There it was_ a flash of warning in St. Vincent__ ice-blue eyes that revealed a depth of feeling he would not admit to. Cam had never seen anything like the mute longing that St. Vincent felt for his own wife. No one could fail to observe that whenever Evie entered the room, St.Vincent practically vibrated like a tuning fork. __t is possible to care about a woman without wanting to bed her,_ Cam pointed out. __ut it appears that you don__ agree. Or are you so obsessed with her that you can__ fathom how anyone else could fail to feel the same?_ ____ not obsessed with her,_ St. Vincent snapped. Leaning a shoulder against the wall, Cam stared into the man__ hard eyes, his usual reserve of patience nearly depleted. __f course you are. Anyone could see it._ St. Vincent gave him a warning glance. __nother word,_ he said thickly, __nd you__l go the way of Egan._ Cam raised his hands in a mocking gesture of self-defense. __arning taken.

His hope was like an intake of icy air__t hurt__nd just as sharp and sudden was his jealousy. In an instant he was hot and cold with it, his hands clenching into fists so tight they burned. A flare of adrenaline coursed through him and left him shaking, and it wasn__ her. It wasn__ her, and for the fleeting flash of an instant, he felt relief. Followed by crushing disappointment and self-loathing for what his reaction had been.

Admit you__e jealous, Emma._ __ever,_ she said defiantly. __ust your nipples then. They__e pouting.

But it's that fucking dress she's wearing. It's low-cut and tight and just...Jesus. Why would she wear a dress like that? Is she doing it just to torture me? I like the idea that maybe she had me in mind when she picked it out. Of course, she might be wearing it because she wants to get attention from other guys. I look around the wedding suspiciously, trying to see if anyone is looking at her. I don't want to have to punch someone out, but i'll do it if I have to.

That is the way with us when we have any uneasy jealousy in our disposition: if our talents are chiefly of the burrowing kind, our honey-sipping cousin (whom we have grave reasons for objecting to) is likely to have a secret contempt for us, and any one who admires him passes an oblique criticism on ourselves. Having the scruples of rectitude in our souls, we are above the meanness of injuring him__ather we meet all his claims on us by active benefits; and the drawing of cheques for him, being a superiority which he must recognize, gives our bitterness a milder infusion.

A part of me wants to spin around and slam the bottom of my heel into her head. In kick-boxing, we'd call that a Spinning Back Kick. Here, it's called, "how to get my crazy jealous ass fired." There's no way I'd get a thumbs up from Cain on that part.

A desert lily need not turn jealous eyes toward the common violet.

INSECURITY breeds JEALOUSY / JEALOUSY creates ENVY / ENVY causes self-destruction / a hater is made up of all three. Just remember you are an opportunity away from being hated on yourself!

I never ever feel jealous to those who have more than i have,but i just feel jealous to those who could give more than i could.

If you're not at least a tiny bit jealous at this point, you might want to check for your own pulse.

If she were any friendlier, she'd be giving you a lapdance right now.

They were the kind of couple you rolled your eyes at. The couple you wanted to punch square in their perfect noses, but secretly hoped would become your new best friends and invite you to a private dinner party where you__ eat something made with truffle oil and share a rueful laugh about the party scene in Ibiza.

Fortunately for Alan__ sake, Frank preferred beauty over age so I had no need to defend my territory.

Ravings, in short, jealousy of the past, the worst kind of all.