#lousy

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss, Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger: But O, what damnèd minutes tells he o'er Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves! (Act 3, scene 3, 165–171) ↗

— William Shakespeare

#jealousy

Shane looked faintly injured. “I make it my business to know everything about silver. And I saw your notes. I study up on everything when it comes to your boss, anyway.” There was a flicker of jealousy about that, but she didn’t have time, or energy, to consider it very much. Not even whether or not she liked it. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#shane-collins #business

No," Nathan grumbled. "Like, not piss on him, just all around him." Stuart raised an eyebrow. "Nath, you need to chill. We're in a bar, a busy bar. We can't stop people talking to each other." "I know but-" "Look, don't worry about it," Stuart insisted. "Try not to turn into a bunny boiler just yet. ↗

— Melanie Tushmore

#jealousy #business

It's a bad word, 'belong.' Especially when you put it with somebody you love ... You can't own a human being. ↗

— Toni Morrison

#jealousy #love #ownership #freedom

Famous Harry Potter," said Malfoy. "Can't even go to a bookshop without making the front page. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#fame #harry-potter #jealousy #jealousy

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

— Criss Jami

#deceived #envy #false #falsehood #fool

Yes! He knew how she would love. He had not loved her without gaining that instinctive knowledge of what capabilities were in her. Her soul would walk in glorious sunlight if any man was worthy, by his power of loving, to win back her love. ↗

— Elizabeth Gaskell

#love #jealousy

Who. Hit. You? ↗

— Lilith Saintcrow

#jealousy

In jealousy there is more of self-love than love ↗

— Francois De La Rochefoucault

#jealousy

I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die. I am jealous of the portrait you have painted of me. Why should it keep what I must lose? Every moment that passes takes something from me and gives something to it. Oh, if it were only the other way! If the picture could change, and I could be always what I am now! Why did you paint it? It will mock me some day—mock me horribly! ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#jealousy #vanity #beauty