#lou

Authors always carry a means for scribbling and an excuse for pausing, often inopportunely, to record those fleeting sparks of creative fancy that might otherwise vanish like a wisp in the wind if ignored.  Writing is a jealous and needy lover. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#creativity #inopportunity #jealousy #need #richelle

I am jealous of anyone who can make other people care so much. ↗

— David Levithan

#caring #jealousy #loneliness #unloved #jealousy

Envy suggests inferiority. ↗

— Wayne Gerard Trotman

#inferiority #jealousy #jealousy

Dennis faced him. They glared at each other again. Neither said a word until Dennis set the glasses down, leaned back against the counter, and folded his arms over his chest. "You're an idiot." "Seems to be a common conclusion. You're not my favourite person right now either. ↗

— Sloan Parker

#humor #jealousy #jealousy

She is my girlfriend, I can do whatever I want to her. In fact, I’m going to take her home and fuck her from here to eternity, how about that? ↗

— Ani San

#boyfriend #domination #girlfriend #jealousy #rude

Damn straight I’m better looking. And why were you noticing?” Colton tweaked him in the side. “More jealousy?” “You’l notice I’m rather possessive.” “You? No! ” He tickled him again. “Then again…I do hear the word ‘ mine’ out of your mouth quite often. ↗

— Finn Marlowe

#jealousy

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

#jealousy #rose #jealousy

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

— William Penn

#jealousy

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

#jealousy #love #lovers #sex #jealousy