#jealousy

On my resume I have an awards category. It has one entry. It is the highlight of my life. I’m not trying to impress you or make you overly jealous. I’m merely documenting. OK, so maybe I am gloating a bit. Here it is, exactly as it appears on my resume. “Awards: I won third place in the 100-yard dash in the fourth grade. I still carry around my green ribbon with me wherever I go. The ribbon is available for authenticity inspection upon request, and my fourth grade PE coach’s phone number can also be provided to corroborate the validity of my claim.”
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— Jarod Kintz

#award #awards #category #claim #coach

The words carry their own momentum. A confession in motion tends to stay in motion. Newton's first law of jealousy. ↗

— Erica Jong

#jealousy

I've always looked on criticism as a sort of envious tribute. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#envy #jealousy #the-beautiful-and-damned #tribute #beauty

Lovers may be and indeed generally are enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations. ↗

— George Byron

#because #friends #generally #indeed #jealousy

Passion can quickly slip to jealousy, or even hatred. ↗

— Arthur Golden

#even #hatred #passion #quickly #slip

Guard with jealous attention the public liberty. Suspect everyone who approaches that jewel. Unfortunately, nothing will preserve it but downright force. Whenever you give up that force, you are inevitably ruined. ↗

— Patrick Henry

#approaches #attention #downright #everyone #force

Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo. ↗

— H. G. Wells

#halo #indignation #moral

Ben wore the same goofy smile as in the photo. Take that, new guy! I can make him happy too! ↗

— Jay Bell

#jealousy #tim #jealousy

At least I could tell she wouldn't try to kill me in my sleep now. ↗

— J.L. McCoy

#vampire #jealousy

Before Charlotte could utter a syllable, Tristan picked up her gloved hand and kissed her lightly on the knuckles. “Good day, Charlotte,” he said. “Good day,” she answered. She turned to bid farewell to Lady Rosalind, but she seemed to have disappeared. Numbly, she descended the front steps toward a waiting Rothbury, who only had eyes for the Devines’ front door, looking quite like he wanted to murder someone. “Perfection, dear brother,” Rosalind proclaimed, while peeking out the little window next to the door. “Utter perfection.” Slipping a finger inside his cravat to loosen it a bit, Tristan craned his neck from side to side, easing the building tension. “If he kills me, I’ll see to it that you get hanged for murder as well. ↗

— Olivia Parker

#jealousy #jealousy