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Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it,For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.
— Jealousy
Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it,For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.
Some give out of faith others out of friendship. Do not envy others for the gifts they receive, or you will have no peace of mind by day or by night. Those who have destroyed the roots of jealousy have peace of mind always.
In jealousy there is more self-love than love.
Jealousy feeds upon suspicion, and it turns into fury or it ends as soon as we pass from suspicion into certainty.
The jealousy that arises from another's achievement is overcome by developing an awareness of and admiration for one's own and other's achievement.
Nor jealousyWas understood, the injur'd lover's hell.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt,It spills itself in fearing to be spilt!
Though I perchance am vicious in my guess,Shapes faults that are not.
O, beware, my lord of jealousy;Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!
Trifles light as airAs proofs of holy writ.
But jealous souls will not be answer'd so;But jealous for they are jealous.
If I shall be condemn'd'Tis rigour, and not law.
Entire affection hateth nicer hands.
Quark: "...it's good to want things"Quark: "Especially things I can't have"
But through the heartLove's paradise.
But yesterday my worries got the best of meIt's my jealousy
Anger is cruel and fury overwhelming, but who can stand before jealousy?
Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame.
In the fire of his jealousy the whole world will be consumed, for he will make a sudden end of all who live in the earth.
Love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave.
The damning tho't stuck in my throat and cut me like a knife,That she, whom all my life I'd loved, should be another's wife.
Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.
Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.
Then grew a wrinkle on fair Venus' brow,Than love united to a jealous thought.
Jealousy is said to be the offspring of Love. Yet, unless the parent makes haste to strangle the child, the child will not rest till it has poisoned the parent.
No true love there can be withoutIts dread penalty—jealousy.
Can't I another's face commend,As if her merit lessen'd yours?
Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.
