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A jealous husband is an ugly thing.
— Keith Ablow, Murder Suicide
The woman at the next table is making eyes at you,” Lanie said, whispering conspiratorially.“Really? What does she make them out of? Cloth?
— M.K. Schiller, The Do-Over
Back at home, after some prodding from Tereza, he admitted that he had been jealous watching her dance with a colleague of his. "You mean you were really jealous?" she asked him ten times or more, incredulously, as though someone had just informed her she had been awarded a Nobel Peace prize. Then she put her arm around his waist and began dancing across the room. The step she used was not the one she had shown off in the bar. It was more like a village polka, a wild romp that sent her legs flying in the air and her torso bounding all over the room, with Tomas in tow. Before long, unfortunately, she bagan to be jealous herself, and Tomas saw her jealously not as a Nobel Prize, but as a burden, a burden he would be saddled with until not long before his death.
— Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
I wonder if Blue knows she’s repainting her room.I wonder if he’s asking if she wants a ride to the party tonight.I wonder if he knows what being strangled feels like.
— Victoria Scott, The Collector
Why wasn't I nicer to Alice? When she has been nothing but sweet to me? When I actually like her? I know I should say something to her, but before I can find the words, she's tooting her horn and disappearing down the street.I wave until she turns the corner. And as I watch another person drive out of here to some better place, I understand exactly why I wasn't nicer.
— Gayle Forman, I Was Here
What is jealousy but a reflection of your own failures?
— Michael Connelly, The Last Coyote
You never felt jealousy, did you, Miss Eyre? Of course not: I need not ask you; because you never felt love. You have both sentiments yet to experience: your soul sleeps; the shock is yet to be given which shall waken it.
— Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
Never waste jealousy on a real man: it is the imaginary man that supplants us all in the long run.
— George Bernard Shaw
Jealousy is a disease, it's like a poison.
— Francesca Marciano, Casa Rossa
Jake's POV: Meanwhile, Ally was here with Marshall Moss, who she was obviously going to hook up with later. They'd barely stopped touching each other all night. Even now, they were out in the middle of the dance floor dancing to some Black Eyed Peas song. No reason to be touching for a fast song, but they were. Holding hands while they bounced around with friends.She looked happy. Which made me want to punch someone. Preferably Marshall Moss.
— Kieran Scott, She's So Dead to Us
At that time, he was satisfying a sensual curiosity by experiencing the pleasures of people who live for love. He had believed he could stop there, that he would not be obliged to learn their sorrows; how small a thing her charm was for him now compared with the astounding terror that extended out from it like a murky halo, the immense anguish of not knowing at every moment what she had been doing, of not possessing her everywhere and always!
— Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
My dear young lady, when you are in love, and jealous, and have been flogged by the Inquisition, there's no knowing what you may do.
— Voltaire, Candide
Jake's POV: It was just too bad that Chloe was freezing Ally out even though her family hadn't been affected. Because otherwise Ally would be here and maybe I could be making out with her instead of Lisa Freckles. Except that Ally would be making out with David Drake. Was that what they were doing right now? Hooking up at some party? Dorkus Drake got to kiss Ally Ryan whenever he wanted. In what universe was that okay?
— Kieran Scott, She's So Dead to Us
That was the worst period of all: it is my profession to imagine, to think in images: fifty times through the day, and immediately I woke during the night, a curtain would rise and the play would begin: always the same play, Sarah making love, Sarah with X, doing the same things that we had done together, Sarah kissing in her own particular way, arching herself in the act of sex and uttering that cry like pain, Sarah in abandonment. I would take pills at night to make me sleep quickly, but I never found any pills that would keep me asleep till daylight.
— Graham Greene, The End of the Affair
What was it about that short creature with her wild hair and spurious air of purity and why would anyone much less two men love her and to such disastrous ends.
— Anna Godbersen, Envy
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, A Bar Tender Tale
Animosity killed the elephant.
— Kevin Dalton
Love has its own dark morality when rivalry enters in.
— Thomas Hardy, Jude the Obscure
There are occasions when a woman, no matter how weak and impotent in character she may be in comparison with a man, will yet suddenly become not only harder than any man, but even harder than anything and everything in the world.
— Nikolai Gogol, Dead Souls
JEALOUS, adj. Unduly concerned about the preservation of that which can be lost only if not worth keeping.
— Ambrose Bierce, The Unabridged Devil's Dictionary
I'm not equipped to handle what she has, both good and bad and what she has is always a package deal of both. In other words, I've been assigned a load I can handle.
— Lysa TerKeurst, Unglued: Making Wise Choices in the Midst of Raw Emotions
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, Take Me Home
To , nothing is more frightful than laughter.
— فرانسواز ساجان
I do think he hated him as one man will hate another who draws off the affection of a beloved.
— Geraldine Brooks, Caleb's Crossing
Jealousy is a fever that arises from a stupid, baseless excitement in our unthinking brain.Jealousy is a phenomenon of auto-suggestion.The woman you love has gone to bed with X. You hate X, you hate her, and you have perpetually before your eyes the vision of your loved one and X embracing in an act that fills you with horror.But you too in your time have deceived the woman you love and have done with Y what X did in bed with woman you love.Well, what remains in your skin ,your mind of Mrs Y? Nothing whatever. No more than X left with your woman.In other words, auto suggestion. Do you want evidence of that? Well, then, if you don't know the man, you imagine him to be hateful, offensive, repulsive, and you feel that if you met him you'd kill him.But, if you happen to see his photograph, you begin to realize that it's possible to look at him without horror; and believe me, if you were actually introduced to him you'd approach him with a cordial smile on your lips, look him in the eye without trembling and, if you have reached my degree of perfection, you'd actually be capable of cheerfully patting him on the back and telling him he's a good chap.In a not too distant future, reason and education will have driven home the lesson of the futility of jealousy.
— Pitigrilli, Cocaine
Jealousy appears to be a redoubtable pitfall for love, on the toll road of self-absorption and unshareability. When love has to remain cloistered and ostentatiously exclusionary, envy may show its pernicious power, cause wounding harms and unchain emotional twisters. ("Why has Shé got stars in the sky?")
— Erik Pevernagie
There they were, the movers and shakers of Benjamin Franklin Hight - the sports stars, the cheerleaders, the good, the great, the gorgeous - bent over their pizzas.Trish sensed my angst and said, "My mother says girls like Lisa Shooty get the ultimate curse known to man.""What's that?""Too much too soon."I looked at poor, cursed Lisa who had been sprayed with sex appeal at birth. She had gleaming teeth and long, raven-black curls. She threw back her head and laughed with diamond-studded joy."When do you think the curse takes effect?" I asked."Not in our lifetime," Trish answered.
— Joan Bauer, Thwonk
Melanie understands jealousy. She’s jealous, a little bit, every time Miss Justineau talks to another boy or girl in class. She wants Miss Justineau’s time to belong to her, and the reminders that it doesn’t sting a little, make her heart do a gentle drop and thud in her chest.
— M.R. Carey, The Girl with All the Gifts
Envy expresses itself through condemnation. The louder the condemnation the greater the envy.
— Marty Rubin
Because I believe there is nothing so self-destroying, and no emotion quite so despicable, as jealousy.
— Daphne du Maurier, My Cousin Rachel
Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies.
— Elizabeth Bowen, The House in Paris
But jealousy is a dreadful thing, Jessica. It is the most natural to us of the really wicked passions and it goes deep and envenoms the soul. It must be resisted with every honest cunning and with the deliberate thinking of generous thoughts, however abstract and empty these may seem in comparison with that wicked strength... There is no merit, Jessica, in a faithfulness which is poison to you and captivity to him.
— Iris Murdoch, The Nice and the Good
We can see that for the deep work to continue, trying to prove one's worth to the chorus of jealous hags is pointless.
— Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype
Perhaps that is the only cure for jealousy, to realize that the people we resent and envy for having what we lack, probably have woundsand scars of their own. They may even be envying us.
— Harold S. Kushner, When Bad Things Happen to Good People
But a vague jealousy, one of those dormant jealousies that develop between brothers or sisters almost unnoticed until maturity, only to burst out when one of them marries or has a stroke of good fortune, kept them constantly on the alert in a fraternal, unaggressive hostility. They did love each other, yet they kept an eye on each other.
— Guy de Maupassant, Pierre et Jean
People say love is the international language. I'd say jealousy and anger are also pretty articulate.
— Marshall Thornton, Little Boy Afraid
Jealousy, that diseased crow pecking at your heart.
— Stewart Stafford, The Vorbing
Did you get rid of that sweater like I asked?""Yes, Mother," Josey said."I wasn't trying to be mean the other day. It just doesn't look good on you.""Yes, Mother," Josey said.The truth was, that sweater, that color, looked good on her daughter. And every time she wore it, it hinted at something that scared Margaret.Josey was growing into her beauty.Margaret watched Josey leave.She used to be a beautiful woman, the most beautiful woman around.She brought out the photo again.But that was forever ago.
— Sarah Addison Allen, The Sugar Queen
Jealousy will get you nowhere.
— Suzie Wilde, The Book of Bera
There are countless reasons to be jealous. But that doesn’t mean you have to succumb to them.
— Beth Revis, Paper Hearts, Volume 1: Some Writing Advice
I stared at him. Maybe it had been hard for him being second best too.
— Jacqueline Wilson, The Illustrated Mum
No boy was ever so interesting to them as when he was interesting to someone else.
— Anna-Marie McLemore, When the Moon Was Ours
Humans are a creature who are always unpleased and have a weak emotion of jealousy. You become jealous of someone because you believe they have something better than you do or something you should have for yourself. However, we don’t recognize that our jealousy will last longer than the reason of our jealously. Even though jealousy is a part of our human nature, it is not a satisfying quality to occupy yourself with – it is a sign of your failure. It is like a burning fire, which will eventually burn you from inside. Therefore, don’t let yourself burn along the fire of your jealousy, as a matter of fact, make it your stepping stone for your own accomplishment.
— Prabidh
I'd rather have your lifeblood tainted than spilled on a forest floor.'He said no more, just held her. 'I'm not worth it,' she whispered at last.'Who says so?''I do.''Then you don't know what love is.
— Kate Furnivall, The Jewel of St. Petersburg
Insecurity creates ditches for others and oneself as well.
— Kushiro Shoko
Stay away to abuse and misemploy knowledge, and neutrality with jealousy since it reflects the lack of sense.
— Ehsan Sehgal
At this point, the jealousy that tortured me all my life commenced, and the force with which it came over me marked me forever. It became my true passion, utterly heedless of any attempts at convincing me or pointing out a better way.
— Elias Canetti, Die gerettete Zunge: Geschichte einer Jugend
The steel suddenly touched her heart. Ah, jealousy, it was jealousy, the cold hand mashing her slowly, squeezing her, diminishing her soul.
— Clarice Lispector, Near to the Wild Heart
The jealousy holds neither the colours and nor the places. It is voiceless and timeless a time bomb within you to blow up only you, not others.
— Ehsan Sehgal
Rachel crossed her arms. “And the other three Oracles? I’m sure none of them was a beautiful young priestess whom you praised for her…what was it?…‘scintillating conversation’?”“Ah…” I wasn’t sure why, but it felt like my acne was turning into live insects and crawling across my face. “Well, according to my extensive research—”“Some books he flipped through last night,” Meg clarified.
— Rick Riordan, The Hidden Oracle
Guilty?” George’s face betrayed his surprise. “Whatever for?” “That neither of your brothers ever offered for me.” Another thing she probably should not have said. But as it happened, Billie did think that Lady Manston felt this way. And when George’s expression slid from curiosity to something that might have been jealousy… well, Billie could not help but feel a little pleased. “So I think she’s trying to make it up to me,” she said gamely. “It’s not as if I was waiting for one of them to ask me, but I think she thinks I was, so now she wants to introduce me —” “Enough,” George practically barked. “I beg your pardon?” He cleared his throat. “Enough,” he said in a much more evenly tempered voice. “It’s ridiculous.” “That your mother feels this way?” “That she thinks introducing you to a pack of useless fops is a sensible idea.” Billie took a moment to enjoy this statement.
— Julia Quinn, Because of Miss Bridgerton
Billie laughed at that, full and throaty, and once again she became so incandescently beautiful that George was half-tempted to throw a blanket over her, just to stop anyone else from wanting her.
— Julia Quinn, Because of Miss Bridgerton
Haters never seem to realize that jealousy is an infinite torture to which you condemn yourself.
— Steve Maraboli
It was not her way to make a conspicuous entry into anyone’s life, but towards the end of that week Sebastian said rather sourly: “You and mummy seem very thick,” and I realized that in fact I was being drawn into intimacy by swift, imperceptible stages, for she was impatient of any human relationship that fell short of it.
— Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder
The source and content of information remain the same...the response creates divergent emotions,while negative response creates jealousy positive creates motivation.
— ketan r shah
I am not confused about what I want to do in my life. I simply love to try and experience new things. Why are you so jealous.
— minas delallian
A hint of jealously once in a while is not only natural but a compliment therefore, always smile and accept it graciously for it shows they care...
— Virginia Alison
I'm afraid my jealousy is a beast I find difficult to tame," he said with a sigh.
— Andrea Cremer, Rise
The only one in the valley who was working was Mooney Wright.    Harrison leaned over and kneaded his hands roughly. He was wary of Mooney. Mooney was a strong one, not subject to weakness at all. He had done only one grievous act, in Harrison's mind. He had taken Lorry and the boys from him.    For a man to be jealous of his daughter was a damnable thing, Harrison thought, though he realized he had been jealous of Lorry for years. It was to her that he had let his heart go out, yes, back when she was a small thing.
— John Ehle, The Land Breakers
If you realize that other people put you down because of their own insecurities, unhappiness and jealousy, you understand that there's no need to be offended. Because it's not really about you, but about them.
— Jeanette Coron
Her chest feels very tight, as if she's suddenly full of poison. You have to keep it all inside. Like throwing yourself on a bomb to save everyone else. Except you're the bomb.
— Kelly Link, Get in Trouble
I look away so that my eyes don't betray the hurt I feel
— Adele Parks
In a democracy private citizens see a man of their own rank in life who becomes possessed of riches and power in a few years; this spectacle excites their surprise and envy, and they are led to inquire how the person who was yesterday very equal is today their ruler. To attribute his rise to his talents or his virtues is unpleasant; for it is tacitly to acknowledge that they are themselves less virtuous and less talented than he was.
— Alexis de Tocqueville, Democracy in America
A friendship has but one chief adversary and that is envy. It is sired by resentment with the potential consequence of unresolved estrangement." She looked at the woman in conflict and said, "Do not envy her but imagine what it took for her to have what you resent her for. Would you want to embark upon her journey instead of your own to procure it? You notice her abundance but overlook her losses; do not envy her because she would rather have your friendship than your envy." The woman looked at her and nodded in accord, "And how do you do that?" she asked. The woman sighed in reflective thought. "By changing the way you think.
— Donna Lynn Hope
Ah, wine. Wine was my friend. Wine understood me. Wine knew that it was entirely possible to be one hundred percent happy for your sisters and also ten percent jealous, because Wine does not care about mathematics.
— Melanie Harlow, Some Sort of Love
Ah, wine. Wine was my friend. Wine understood me. Wine knew that it was entirely possible to be one hundred percent happy for your sisters and also ten percent jealous, because Wine does not care about mathematics.Harlow, Melanie (2016-02-09). Some Sort of Love: A Happy Crazy Love Novel (Kindle Locations 44-46). . Kindle Edition.
— Melanie Harlow
A part of me wants to spin around and slam the bottom of my heel into her head. In kick-boxing, we'd call that a Spinning Back Kick. Here, it's called, "how to get my crazy jealous ass fired." There's no way I'd get a thumbs up from Cain on that part.
— K.A. Tucker, Ten Tiny Breaths
You're jealous," I said. His face went cold and remote, and I knew I should shut up, but my humiliation had been festering since the game, turning to anger, thick and oily in my veins. I couldn't stop myself. it was leaking out, contaminating everything, poisoning the one good thing I had left. "You're jealous because I actually go after what I want, and I get it.
— Erica O'Rourke, Dissonance
They were the kind of couple you rolled your eyes at. The couple you wanted to punch square in their perfect noses, but secretly hoped would become your new best friends and invite you to a private dinner party where you’d eat something made with truffle oil and share a rueful laugh about the party scene in Ibiza.
— Matt K. Turner, GENESIS
More than jealousy or possessiveness pettiness kills love.
— Marty Rubin
Admit you’re jealous, Emma.” “Never,” she said defiantly. “Just your nipples then. They’re pouting.
— Kate Meader, Taking the Score
Just as Cam left Ivo Jenner’s apartments, St. Vincent met him in the hall. There was a scowl on the blond man’s face, and a vein of chilling arrogance in his tone. “If my wife finds comfort in trite Gypsy homilies, I have no objection to your offering them. However, if you ever kiss her again, no matter how platonic the fashion, I’ll make a eunuch of you.” The fact that St. Vincent could stoop to petty jealousy when Ivo Jenner was not yet cold in his bed might have outraged some men. Cam, however, regarded the autocratic viscount with speculative interest. Deliberately calibrating his reply to test the other man, Cam said softly, “Had I ever wanted her that way, I would have had her by now.” There it was— a flash of warning in St. Vincent’s ice-blue eyes that revealed a depth of feeling he would not admit to. Cam had never seen anything like the mute longing that St. Vincent felt for his own wife. No one could fail to observe that whenever Evie entered the room, St.Vincent practically vibrated like a tuning fork. “It is possible to care about a woman without wanting to bed her,” Cam pointed out. “But it appears that you don’t agree. Or are you so obsessed with her that you can’t fathom how anyone else could fail to feel the same?” “I’m not obsessed with her,” St. Vincent snapped. Leaning a shoulder against the wall, Cam stared into the man’s hard eyes, his usual reserve of patience nearly depleted. “Of course you are. Anyone could see it.” St. Vincent gave him a warning glance. “Another word,” he said thickly, “and you’ll go the way of Egan.” Cam raised his hands in a mocking gesture of self-defense. “Warning taken.
— Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Winter
Nobody can control their emotional reactions, we can only control our actions, and my current action was to slap my jealousy in the face and shove her in a vat of shut the fuck up.
— Abigail Barnette, The Baby
Are you busy?" I ask."I'm working on a paper. Recall? The phone conversation we had fifteen minutes ago?"I glance up at a clock in the hall, and then back at his smart-ass mouth."It was twenty minutes ago.""I need coffee," he says, and why is he being such an adorable dick, still smiling at me like that? "Want to walk up to Dunkin' Donuts?""What about Millie?" I say."What about her?""Does she want any?""Should we call her and ask?""Isn't she upstairs?""How hard did you hit your head last night?
— Mercy Brown, Loud is How I Love You
You care about her," I say with unexpected twang of envy. In my long-lost memories of us as children, it was always just the two of us. We 'got' each other on every level. Morpheus made me feel adored, special, important. I never considered him doing the same for someone else as a man. "Morpheus, what is she to you?"He doesn't answer. Not aloud, anyway. His expression is hazy and troubled, and the jewels around his eyes twinkle from silver to black, like stars peering down on a storm-swept night. Alice's confession from the trial comes back to me: "Ivory was, in fact, very fond of Mr. Caterpillar." Judging by how Morpheus looked at the queen just now, by how she looked at him, he returned to her castle after his metamorphosis.I imagine his elegant fingers tracing her skin, his soft lips on hers. That stab of envy evolves to something much uglier—a covetous twist of emotion I can't even put a name to. What's wrong with me? Why should i care about Morpheus's love life, when I finally kissed Jeb after all these years?
— A.G. Howard, Splintered
Jealousy is about ownership and control, not love. People very often don’t see that.  "Infidelity is simply defined as the breaking of trust and the keeping of secrets in an intimate partnership." Having sex with other people and only love one? I say “yes if the loved one knows and does not mind". Mine even liked it.
— Lucie Novak, A Woman with (no) Strings Attached
A desert lily need not turn jealous eyes toward the common violet.
— Colleen Houck, Reawakened
I'm too hot to handle
—  poor bitch needs to be treated for burns!
People that are jealous and envious of you are too freaking lazy to step up their own game.
— April Mae Monterrosa
His hope was like an intake of icy air—it hurt—and just as sharp and sudden was his jealousy. In an instant he was hot and cold with it, his hands clenching into fists so tight they burned. A flare of adrenaline coursed through him and left him shaking, and it wasn’t her. It wasn’t her, and for the fleeting flash of an instant, he felt relief. Followed by crushing disappointment and self-loathing for what his reaction had been.
— Laini Taylor, Days of Blood & Starlight
INSECURITY breeds JEALOUSY / JEALOUSY creates ENVY / ENVY causes self-destruction / a hater is made up of all three. Just remember you are an opportunity away from being hated on yourself!
— Carlos Wallace, Life Is Not Complicated-You Are: Turning Your Biggest Disappointments Into Your Greatest Blessings
There are apparently two hypotheses about jealousy: that it is a product of civilization and that it is a basic instinct of animals.
— Kōbō Abe, The Face of Another
While some of us burned on the edges of life, insatiable and straining to see more deeply in, he sat complacently at the centre and let life come to him — so much of it, evidently, that he could not keep track of his appointments.
— John Updike, The Women Who Got Away
She's just jealous, people say, as if jealousy is something minor. But it's not, it's the worst, it's the worst feeling there is - incoherent and confused and shameful, and at the same time self-righteous and focused and hard as glass, like a view through a telescope. A feeling of total concentration, but total powerlessness.
— Margaret Atwood
Archer wouldn't consider her allowance of the guard to be evidence of the powers of rational argument. He'd take it as proof that she was in love with whichever of her guards was the most handsome.
— Kristin Cashore, Fire
The poacher's murderer was a man after Archer's own heart, for Archer also didn't like men to hurt Fire or make her acquaintance.
— Kristin Cashore, Fire
I was merely observing; I have no agenda." He looked at his hand, still touching hers. "Where did you get that ring?"She contracted her hand into a fist as she pulled it away from him. The amethyst in her ring glowed in the firelight. "It was a gift.""From whom?""That's none of your concern."He shrugged, though she knew betterthan to tell him who'd really given it to her - rather, she knew Chaol wouldn't want Dorian to know. "I'd like to know who's been giving rings to my Champion."The way the collar of his black jacket lay across his neck made her unnable to sit still. She wanted to touch him, to trace the line between his tan skin and the golden lining of the fabric."Billiards?" she asked, rising to her feet. I could use another lesson." Celaena didn't wait for his answer as she strode toward the gaming room. She very much wanted to stand close to him and have her skin warm under his breath. She liked that. Worse than that, she realized, she liked him.
— Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass
For in this way Swann was kept in the state of painful agitation which had once before been effective in making his interest blossom into love, on the night when he had failed to find Odette at the Verdurins' and had haunted for her all evening. And he did not have (as I had, afterward, at Combray in my childhood) happy days in which to forget the sufferings that would return with the night. For his days, Swann must pass them without Odette; and as he told himself, now and then, to allow so pretty a woman to go out by herself in Paris was just as rash as to leave a case filled with jewels in the middle of the street. In this mood he would scowl furiously at the passers-by, as though they were so many pick-pockets. But their faces - a collective and formless mass - escaped the grasp of his imagination, and so failed to feed the flame of his jealousy.
— Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
Jealousy is both reasonable and belongs to reasonable men, while envy is base and belongs to the base, for the one makes himself get good things by jealousy, while the other does not allow his neighbor to have them through envy.
— Aristotle
Then his jealousy rejoiced at the discovery, as though that jealousy had had an independent existence, fiercely egotistical, gluttonous of every thing that would feed its vitality, even at the expense of Swann himself.
— Marcel Proust, Swann's Way
Did I mention really, really jealous.
— Molly Ringle, Persephone's Orchard
I’ve known him a long time. I admire him. Hell, I might even love him. He helped me when—well, he helped me, and I owe him. He never lies, never plays games. He always says what he means and means what he says. And he has made it clear you’re off-limits.
— Gena Showalter, The One You Want
Jealousy is like wood ants, it will nibble away, until there's nothing left.
— Charmaine J.Forde
Nixon didn't mellow with his success, he became embittered by it.
— John Dean
For despite his confidence, and his apparent maturity, I suspected that there was in him a deep and childish need to elevate, and idealize, the love object. This is not uncommon in artists. The very nature of their work, the long periods of isolation followed by public self-display, and the associated risk of rejection all conspire to create unnaturally intense relationships with their sexual partners. Then, when disillusion occurs, as of course it must, the sense of betrayal is profound...
— Patrick McGrath, Asylum
She's a fucking rat trying to humiliate a queen...She's nothing
— Cora Reilly, Bound by Honor
I placed my hand on his chest. “You don’t need to worry about Reece.”“I know, I know. He’s nothing compared to my magnificence.” His fingers stroked mine and his eyes softened. “But just out of curiosity, how do you feel about getting my name tattooed on your forehead?
— Kylie Scott, Play
Shakespeare calls jealousy yellow and green; I think it may be called black and white for it most assuredly views white as black, and black as white. The most fanciful surmises wear the aspect of truth, the greatest improbabilities appear as consistent realities.
— Mrs. Henry Wood, East Lynne
If you're not at least a tiny bit jealous at this point, you might want to check for your own pulse.
— Emily Matchar
Jealousy is like a cactus its respond and reaction is thorny
— Kishore Bansal
If you just can’t get rid of envy, then start creating a life, so that if you saw yourself from afar, you’d be envious of you.
— Charles F. Glassman, Brain Drain   The Breakthrough That Will Change Your Life
Every user needs a loser, every winner is an intrusion.
— Andy Seven
All I got was the news that he'd married an absolute honey, and an admonition to eat my heart out.
— Lindsay Armstrong, The Seduction Stakes
with the pain jealousy instils and the love hate relationship it creates surely its just easier to appreciate what you have then what you could loose
— Richard Kent
I admired him more than anyone but I didn't wish him well. It was that I preferred him to me and wanted to be him. I coveted his talents, face, style. I wanted to wake up with them all transferred to me.
— Hanif Kureishi, The Buddha of Suburbia
What we did see was that jealousy is fear: it can corrode even if quite baseless.
— Sheldon Vanauken, A Severe Mercy: A Story of Faith, Tragedy and Triumph
Listen to yourself. Poor martyred Louisa. I predict that Fellows will solve this murder and then sweep you off your feet." Daniel shrugged. "Well, the sweeping-you-off-your-feet part might take a little nudge. But he wants to do it. It's a beautiful thing to watch the way he looks at you. Fellows glared at Gil tonight as though he wanted to find a claymore, learn how to use it, and finish him off. Or just pull out a pistol and shoot him.
— Jennifer Ashley, The Untamed MacKenzie
...the real poison within families is not the poison that you put in your food, but the poison that grows up in the heart when people are jealous of one another and cannot speak these feelings and drain out the poison that way.
— Alexander McCall Smith, Morality for Beautiful Girls
Steaming, Sebastian flies up out of his seat and makes a dramatic exit out the front door."Is he always so crazy?" I asked."Yeah. But he's a hot fuck. You'll see.""No thanks... I'll pass. That kid's severely psychotic.""He's just a jealous mess.""Why did you marry him?""We're not married. We're in an open relationship.""Thank God. I was seriously worried.""YEAH. Well I better go find him- before he slits his wrists.""GOOD IDEA. Better take some duct tape-- just in case you're too late.
— Giorge Leedy, Uninhibited From Lust To Love
What's wrong with (Captain) Jack Aubrey?""Everything, since he has a command and I have not.
— Patrick O'Brian, Master and Commander
I very specifically told you to stay away from Ned Blydon.""I chose not to follow your advice. Ned is a very nice person. Handsome, personable—a perfect escort.""That is precisely why I wanted you to keep him at arm's length.
— Julia Quinn, Minx
Jealousy devours us, we are its dish of the day. (Jalousie nous dévore. - Nous sommes son plat du jour)
— Charles de Leusse
I consider jealousy a humiliating and degrading feeling, and I shall never allow myself to be influenced by it.
— Leo Tolstoy
a dense wall of greenery bordered it, ...an impenetrable barrier of oaks, evergreen shrubs, blackberry that somehow resisted the frost, and thorns. In the defense department, the witches would make Sleeping Beauty’s evil witch weep with jealousy.
— Ilona Andrews, Magic Breaks
But it's that fucking dress she's wearing. It's low-cut and tight and just...Jesus. Why would she wear a dress like that? Is she doing it just to torture me? I like the idea that maybe she had me in mind when she picked it out. Of course, she might be wearing it because she wants to get attention from other guys. I look around the wedding suspiciously, trying to see if anyone is looking at her. I don't want to have to punch someone out, but i'll do it if I have to.
— Lauren Barnholdt, Right of Way
Claire hated to say it, but she knew the answer, in her heart. “Because he feels something for me, and he wanted to give me a chance to live. Like him. With him. But I refused.”Shane turned and looked at her, a blank expression on his face that turned quickly into . . . something else. Claire was glad Myrnin had gotten out while he still could. “Great,” he said. “I knew it.”“It’s not like that. He’s—” She shook her head in frustration. “It’s not like he’s in love with me or anything; it’s more complicated than that. I don’t even think he understands it, exactly.”“Yeah, he only loves you for your mind,” Shane said...
— Rachel Caine, Last Breath
Jealousy was essentially "I want what you have," while envy was "I want what you have, but I also want to take it away so you can't have it.
— Meg Wolitzer, The Interestings
Did you talk to him about it?""Oh, sure. Nothing happened, yadda yadda. The usual. But my maydar went off like crazy.""Maydar?""As in, he may be thinking about super hot sex with her. Like radar, only not as sure.
— Rachel Caine, Drama Queen's Last Dance
There is no jealous man, without a flirtatious woman.
— Dalina Bradley B.
I can handle Glory." "Can you?" Eve asked. "Because I notice you never call her Gloriana. Just Glory." He shut up. Which is probably about the only smart thing he can do, Claire thought.
— Rachel Caine, Bite Club
As soon as jealousy is discovered, it is regarded by the person who is its object as a challenge which justifies deception.
— Marcel Proust, The Captive & The Fugitive
In the case of Albertine, I felt that I should never discover anything, that, out of that tangled mass of details of fact and falsehood, I should never unravel the truth: and that it would always be so, unless I were to shut her up in prison (but prisoners escape) until the end.
— Marcel Proust, Sodom and Gomorrah
Fortunately for Alan’s sake, Frank preferred beauty over age so I had no need to defend my territory.
— Nicole  Castle, Les Recidivists
Now, now.” I placed a hand on his back. “Jealousy colors you black, Geoff. If you wanted to be a pretty princess too, I would have bought you a crown. I’ll be back soon.
— Katherine McIntyre, An Airship Named Desire
Jealous is an ugly thing.
— Jennifer L. Armentrout, Sentinel
Atticus adjusted his glasses as he peered down at the blanket. “Hey, is that the book Nellie told us abo
— Jude Watson, Nowhere to Run
The knives of jealousy are honed on details.
— Ruth Rendell
Even jealousy is based on fantasies: a fantasy that someone else has what belongs to you.
— Anna Deavere Smith, Letters to a Young Artist
Please don’t hug me. Please don’t hug me.But she did. And now Bram had two sets of black eyes glaring at him.Finally, he said out loud, “It’s not me! I swear!” Rhiannon laughed and leaned back from Bram. “So cute! Isn’t he cute, Bercelak?” “No.”“Bercelak’s only teasing.” “No, I’m not.
— G.A. Aiken, Supernatural
I was beginning to see that Phineas could get away with anything. I couldn't help envying him that a little, which was perfectly normal. There was no harm in envying even your best friend a little
— John Knowles, A Separate Peace
Fuckin' my man in my bed," he said over Gabriel's shoulder. "You got some goddamn nerve, girl.
— Cara McKenna, Shivaree
she was polite, charming, and damn pretty. Braith wanted to hate her, but she just couldn’t. The bitch.
— G.A. Aiken, A Tale of Two Dragons
Millions upon millions will attain your ceremony, but don't think all of them are in a ceremonius mood.
— Michael Bassey Johnson
'You like jealousy. You like knowing people want you.' He wasn't talking about sex, and my heart slowed a little. 'Is it not natural to want to be liked?' 'That ain't what you want. It's like you got to have everybody's heart, and if they don't give it, you rip it out and watch it bleed.' 
— Sarah Monette, The Virtu
Stretch an unwavering tenacity when facing bad to worse attitudes.
— Angelica Hopes, Landscapes of a Heart, Whispers of a Soul
A watched pot never boils, but if I took my eyes from these negative thoughts for a second they would spill over the edges of my lips, and boil the beautiful moment alive as we lived it.
— Craig  Stone, Life Knocks
[T]hese friends were of the female persuasion, and while by and large they were bi and large, they still represented potential threats on [her] feminine radar.
— Thomm Quackenbush, Danse Macabre (Night's Dream, #2)
jealousy is a bitch nigga trait never truss a man who always ask what u make
— blanco vandam
A popular man arouses the jealousy of the powerful.
— Frank Herbert, Dune
I'm not saying you are jealous or insecure. I'm just saying that you obsessing over another person's accomplishments makes you look that way.
— Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
Where did you get the control sample?" A flash of dark heat raced through him and he knew himself well enough to identify it as a dose of pure jealousy. "From Tamsyn." A pause, as if she was debating whether to continue. "I know you'd react negatively if I approached a make. You're... possessive." "Sugar, I'm way past possessive." His voice was no longer fully human.
— Nalini Singh, Hostage to Pleasure
So you really meant what you said to me yesterday?" Her voice rose. "I should find myself a nice wolf and settle down?" He fought off the rising incursions of dissonance, the razor blades sliding through his brain stem and traveling down his spine. "That would be rushing things.
— Nalini Singh, Caressed by Ice
I ought to be jealous of the tower. She is more famous than I am.
— Gustave Eiffel
One morning indeed, I felt a sudden misgiving that she not only had left the house but had gone for good: I had just heard the sound of a door which seemed to me to be that of her room. On tiptoe I crept towards the room, opened the door, stood upon the threshold. In the dim light the bedclothes bulged in a semi-circle, that must be Albertine who, with her body bent, was sleeping with her feet and face to the wall. Only, overflowing the bed, the hair upon that head, abundant and dark, made me realise that it was she, that she had not opened her door, had not stirred, and I felt that this motionless and living semi-circle, in which a whole human life was contained and which was the only thing to which I attached any value, I felt that it was there, in my despotic possession.
— Marcel Proust, The Captive: Part 2
I don't like how he holds on to her and don't like how long he's holding. That doesn't look like brotherly love to me. I stare at his girl. Why is she so damned happy to see her guy hugging someone else?
— Katie McGarry, Dare You To
I don’t have a crush on her! Yet!”“Say no more, Dylan-whatever your middle name is-Blair!”“David.”“Whatever. By the power and duty of big brother, I command you to not have a crush on my sister, until I know you better enough!”“That’s actually quite fair.” “But I don’t have a crush on her!
— Rea Lidde, Mission Possible, But Difficult Task
Those.. we use to abuse in front of others..somewhere deep inside.. we wish to be like them..
— Lovely Goyal, I Love the Way You Love Me
Eleven years she had lived in the dark house and its gloomy garden. He was jealous of the very light and air getting to her, and they kept her close. He stopped the wide chimneys, shaded the little windows, left the strong-stemmed ivy to wander where it would over the house-front, the moss to accumulate on the untrimmed fruit trees in the red-walled garden, the weeds to over-run its green and yellow walks. He surrounded her with images of sorrow and desolation. He caused her to be filled with fears of the place and of the stories that were told of it, and then on pretext of correcting them, to be left in it in solitude, or made to shrink about it in the dark. When her mind was most depressed and fullest of terrors, then, he would come out of one of the hiding-places from which he overlooked her, and present himself as her sole resource.
— Charles Dickens, Christmas Stories
What is inspiration in strangers is jealousy in kinsmen.
— Raheel Farooq
I never ever feel jealous to those who have more than i have,but i just feel jealous to those who could give more than i could.
— Stebby Julionatan
Learn to love your haters, they are a wonderful source of inspiration.
— Habeeb Akande
Jackson snorted. And Selena play-slapped his chest, like he was her mischievous boyf
— Kresley Cole, Poison Princess
I want to be the kind of boy you are, thought Bean. But I don’t want to go through what you’ve been through to get there.
— Orson Scott Card, Ender's Shadow
Is that an invitation?”“I suppose it is.”“Good.” Cade’s voice dropped lower, adding one last thing before hanging up. “And tell your friend in the striped shirt that he’s in my seat.
— Julie James, Love Irresistibly
Jealousy smells like the water in the bottom of a flower vase after the flowers have died.
— Megan Hart, Tear You Apart
There are no preconditions for jealousy. You don't have to be right, you don't have to be reasonable.
— Franny Billingsley, Chime
Jealousy, you know, is usually not an affair of causes. It is much more-how shall I say?-fundamental than that. Based on the knowledge that one's love is not returned. And so one goes on waiting, watching, expecting...that the loved one will turn to someone else.
— Agatha Christie, Sleeping Murder
she had something I could not have, and so I resented her—but I realized the fault was mine and not hers.
— Sharon Shinn, Summers at Castle Auburn
Oh. I just assumed... That because I am so absorbed by him everyone must be too.
— Veronica Roth, Divergent
Jealousy is an unjust and stifling thing.
— Zane Grey, The Call of the Canyon
If she were any friendlier, she'd be giving you a lapdance right now.
— Rachel Caine, Bitter Blood
Strong jealousy in a beautiful love is the autumn in the middle of a hot summer!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
He's really jealous, Ybon said rather weakly. Just have him meet me, Oscar said. I make all boyfriends feel better about themselves.
— Junot Díaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao
It is a persistent evil to persecute a man who belongs to the grace of God. It is a calamity without remedy to hate the happy.
— Cyprian, The Complete Works of Saint Cyprian of Carthage
Ravings, in short, jealousy of the past, the worst kind of all.
— Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses
Jealousy has the amazing power to illuminate a single person in an intense beam of light, keeping the multitude of others in total darkness.
— Milan Kundera, Farewell Waltz
You’re fucking special and if I want to act all possessive over you when some stupid art guy hits on you right in front of me, I’m going to. Either that or I’m going to have Ethan chase him down right now so I can punch him in the face.
— Jessica Sorensen, The Forever of Ella and Micha
Expect while reaching for the stars, people to whirl by with their dark clouds and storm upon you.
— Anthony Liccione
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, Middlemarch
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, Breathe
The jealousy and evilness are like worms, that destroy the soul.
— Radostin Chernev
Jealousy is like a raging toothache. One cannot do anything when one is jealous, not even sit down. Once can only come and go. Back and forth.
— Milan Kundera, Farewell Waltz
When criticism doesn't make sense, it is usually coming from a different place.
— Shannon L. Alder
Envy yearns to find flaws.
— Wayne Gerard Trotman
You never felt jealousy, did you, Miss Eyre? Of course not: I need not ask you; because you never felt love. You have both sentiments yet to experience: your soul sleeps; the shock is yet to be given which shall waken it. You think all existence lapses in as quiet a flow as that in which your youth has hitherto slid away. Floating on with closed eyes and muffled ears, you neither see the rocks bristling not far off in the bed of the flood, nor hear the breakers boil at their base. But I tell you--and you may mark my words--you will come some day to a craggy pass in the channel, where the whole of life's stream will be broken up into whirl and tumult, foam and noise: either you will be dashed to atoms on crag points, or lifted up and borne on by some master-wave into a calmer current- -as I am now.
— Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
Truly competent Literary Detectives are as rare as truthful men, Mr. Tweed -- you can see her potential as clearly as I can. Frightened of someone stealing your thunder, perhaps?
— Jasper Fforde, Lost in a Good Book
...love's shadow is jealousy.
— Storm Constantine, The Enchantments of Flesh and Spirit
He didn't blame James for falling in love with her, she was a radiant, deserving woman. He knew, however, that love only did one thing. It got in the way.
— Erin M. Truesdale, Breaking Away
Acid filled Sara’s mouth.It wasn’t fair.That’s what Sara wanted to say. To scream at the top of her lungs.It just wasn’t fair.Lena wasn’t strong. She would bend, not break. She would recover from this tragedy the same easy way she recovered from every other tragedy before.Even if she lost Jared, Lena would always know what it felt like to have his child growing inside of her. She could always hold her baby’s hand and think of holding Jared’s. She could see her child laugh and learn and grow and play sports and do school projects and graduate from college and Lena would always, always remember her husband. She would see Jared in her grandchildren and great-grandchildren. On her deathbed, she would find peace in the knowledge that they had made something beautiful together. That even in death, they would both go on living.“Sara,” Faith said. “What’s happening here?”Sara wiped her eyes, angry that she was back in the same dark place she’d started at this morning. “Why does everything come so damn easy to her?” She struggled to speak. Her throat clenched around every word that wanted to come out of her mouth. “Everything just opens up, and she always walks through unscathed and—” Sara had to stop for breath. “It’s just so easy for her. She always has it so goddamn easy.
— Karin Slaughter, Unseen