Most popular jealousy quotes
Her jealousy never slept.
Jealousy, the old Worm that bites.
Jealousy, the jaundice of the soul.
Jealousy is the grave of affection.
Jealousy is one of love's parasites.
Jealousy dislikes the world to know it.
Love that is fed by jealousy dies hard.
Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo.
Jealousy is all the fun you think they had.
It is not love that is blind, but jealousy.
The knives of jealousy are honed on details.
The kernel of all jealousy is a lack of love.
People may show jealousy, but hide their envy.
The man who is not Jealous in love does not love.
In jealousy there is more of self-love than love.
Jealousy is the tribute mediocrity pays to genius.
Jealousy is the tie that binds—and binds—and binds.
To jealousy, nothing is more frightful than laughter.
Everybody pities the weak; jealousy you have to earn.
Whenever a friend succeeds, a little something in me dies.
Jealousy, an uncontrollable passion. The Siamese twin of love.
Jealousy is the lifelong noose hanging about the neck of love.
Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies.
Jealousy is always born with love but does not always die with it.
The jealous are troublesome to others, but a torment to themselves.
Jealousy is the only evil we endure without becoming accustomed to it.
Jealousy is conceived only in insecurity and must be nourished in fear.
With jealousy, one has no time to be bored, and hardly time to grow old.
Jealousy is not born of love! It is a child of selfishness and distrust.
It's matrimonial suicide to be jealous when you have a really good reason.
To cure jealousy is to see it for what it is, a dissatisfaction with self.
Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.
Jealousy: that dragon which slays love under the pretense of keeping it alive.
Men despise great projects when they do not feel themselves capable of success.
Trifles light as air Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ.
Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.
Jealousy had a taste, all right. A bitter and tongue-tasting flavor, like a pitch pit.
Do not despise or hate your neighbor because he has seen a success; take care of your own case.
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy! It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on.
One of the tortures of jealousy is that it can never turn away its eyes from the thing that pains it.
When however small a measure of jealousy is mixed with misunderstanding, there is going to be trouble.
The jealous man's disease is of so malignant a nature that it converts all he takes into its own nourishment.
Jealousy in romance is like salt in food. A little can enhance the savior, but too much can spoil the pleasure.
Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.
The cancer of jealousy on the breast can never wholly be cut out, if I am to believe great masters of the healing art.
Do not believe those persons who say they have never been jealous. What they mean is that they have never been in love.
Jealousy is like a hot pepper. Use it mildly, and you add spice to the relationship. Use too much of it and it can burn.
Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins. It is at once one of the ugliest and one of the most pardonable.
Jealousy is not a barometer by which the depth of love can be read. It merely records the degree of the lover's insecurity.
Jealousy is that pain which a man feels from the apprehension that he is not equally beloved by the person whom he entirely loves.
There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire: it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism.
Jealousy, he thought, was as physical as fear; the same dryness of the mouth, the thudding heart, the restlessness which destroyed appetite and peace.
Realizing that you're important to someone because he's jealous may well be exhilarating. It certainly is a sign of love, but it's a sign that it's already dying.
Jealousy in romance is like salt in food. A little can enhance the savor, but too much can spoil the pleasure and, under certain circumstances, can be life-threatening.
Jealousy is the very reverse of understanding, of sympathy, and of generous feeling. Never has jealousy added to character, never does it make the individual big and fine.
Jealousy is a terrible thing. It resembles love, only it is precisely love's contrary. Instead of wishing for the welfare of the object loved, it desires the dependence of that object upon itself, and its own triumph.
Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes that the greater the love, the greater the jealousy—in fact, they're almost incompatible; one emotion hardly leaves room for the other. Both at once can produce unbearable turmoil.