jealousy

I would rather be destroyed by you than loved by anyone else.

Jealousy always trumps schadenfreude! It__ a rule from the heartbreak version of __ock, paper, scissors.

I've got such an envious heart;It sloshes and acheswhen you touch her face,and I don't know what to do with it,other than to justlet it break.

She gave her husband such a night of sexual pleasure that his eyes followed her constantly after that, narrow and hot. He grew molten when she passed near other men, and at night they made their own shaking tent. They got teased too much and moved farther off, into the brush, into the nesting ground of shy and holy loons. There, no one could hear them. In solitude they made love until they became gaunt and hungry, pale windigos with aching eyes, tongues of flame.

Some people can't stand to see others succeed with their dreams. But little do they know that it is a blessing to know a lot of successful people, because they can motivate one to push beyond one's comfort zone. Therefore, vow to never be a product of jealousy.

The problem with some people is that they mentally limit themselves in life, but then turn around and become very envious of those who aren't willing to settle for less.

It is God's jealous love that both unnerves us and draws us to Him. His relentless pursuit, His fierce hatred of any rival, and His incomprehensible willingness to anguish on our behalf captures our heart for His love. His jealousy is our shield; it is our promise of eternal protection and passionate exclusivity. it is our confidence that the divine Lover will win His bride.

If you think of someone's good qualities as the umeboshi in an onigiri it's as if their qualities are stuck to their back! Maybe the reason people get jealous of each other is because they can see so clearly the umeboshi on other people's backs.

People's behaviors are messages, not a diagnosis because I can no longer discern the world's version of insanity.

The only thing more frustrating than slanderers is those foolish enough to listen to them.

People you've known, seemingly forever, may claim to have love for you, but when gossip's tainted tongue whips you - they don't show enough love to weigh your history against false witness. Be that as it may, press forward as the dust settles. Your purpose is much bigger than their paltriness.

Reassuring a jealous woman that you don't want her man creates the bigger beast of resentment because that tells her that what she has isn't desirable and to her, where the opinions of others correlates to her self-worth, is unforgivable.

This is not about jealousy. It's all about loyalty, honesty and respect.

We like to stress the commonness of heroes. Essences seem undemocratic. We feel oppressed by the call to greatness. We regard an interest in glory or perfection as a sign of mental unhealthiness, and have decided that high achievers, who are called overachievers, owe their surplus ambition to a defect in mothering (either too little or too much). We want to admire but think we have a right not to be intimidated. We dislike feeling inferior to an ideal. So away with ideals, with essences. The only ideals allowed are healthy ones -- those everyone may aspire to, or comfortably imagine oneself possessing.

Those who truly want greatness must surround themselves with people even greater than they are.

Use your hater to make you greater!

Nobody's perfect. They are weak, with ugly hearts, and they quickly turn to jealousy. They try to knock others down. It's so odd . . . In the world we live in, the greater a person is, the more difficult his or her life becomes.

Fame is a jealous mistressAnd will brook no rival.