#jealous

I used to be kind of bitter and jealous as well, but I get it. It's business. ↗

— Carlos Alazraqui

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From heresy, frenzy and jealousy, good Lord deliver me. ↗

— Ludovico Ariosto

#deliver #frenzy #good #good lord #heresy

The surest route to breeding jealousy is to compare. Since jealousy comes from feeling less than another, comparisons only fan the fires. ↗

— Dorothy Corkville Briggs

#breeding #comes #compare #comparisons #fan

Magnanimous people have no vanity, they have no jealousy, and they feed on the true and the solid wherever they find it. And, what is more, they find it everywhere. ↗

— Van Wyck Brooks

#everywhere #feed #find #magnanimous #more

what was a rose but the living proof of desire, the single best evidence of human longing and earthly devotion. but desire could be twisted,after all, and Jealousy was the name of the rose that did well in arid souls. ↗

— Alice Hoffman

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The jealous are troublesome to others, but torment to themselves. ↗

— William Penn

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Expect while reaching for the stars, people to whirl by with their dark clouds and storm upon you. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#dark-clouds #discourage #haters #jealousy #negative-people

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. ↗

— Louise Erdrich

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This was one of those mid-thirties moments when you take a look at the stale, half-chewed bagel your life has become and kiss jealousy on its smokey mouth. ↗

— Steve Almond

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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. ↗

— George Eliot

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