O, beware, my lord, of jealousy It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
Envy, among other ingredients, has a mixture of love of justice in it. We are more angry at undeserved than at deserved good fortune.
Blessed is he who has learned To admire but not envy, To follow but not imitate, To praise but not flatter, And to lead but not manipulate.
Three things are necessary to make every man great,every nation great1.Conviction of the powers of goodness.2.Absence of jealousy and suspicion.3.Helping all who are trying to be and do good.
There is no observation more frequently made by such as employ themselves in surveying the conduct of mankind, than that marriage, though the dictate of nature, and the institution of Providence, is yet very often the cause of misery, and that those who enter into that state can seldom forbear to express their repentance, and their envy of those whom either chance or caution hath withheld from it.
A competent and self-confident person is incapable of jealousy in anything. Jealousy is invariably a symptom of neurotic insecurity.
In the dark colony of night, when I consider man’s magnificent capacity for malice, madness, folly, envy, rage, and destructiveness, and I wonder whether we shall not end up as breakfast for newts and polyps, I seem to hear the muffled cries of all the words in all the books with covers closed.
To cure jealousy is to see it for what it is, a dissatisfaction with self, an impossible claim that one should be at once Rose Bowl princess, medieval scholar, Saint Joan, Milly Theale, Temple Drake, Eleanor of Aquitaine, one???s sister and a stranger in a
I’d the upbringing a nun would envy and that’s the truth. Until I was fifteen I was more familiar with Africa than my own body.
Jealousy, that dragon which slays love under the pretence of keeping it alive.
Serious sport has nothing to do with fair play. It is bound up with hatred, jealousy, boastfulness, disregard of all rules and sadistic pleasure in witnessing violence. In other words, it is war minus the shooting.
They envy the distinction I have won let them therefore, envy my toils, my honesty, and the methods by which I gained it.
Jealousy is bred in doubts. When those doubts change into certainties, then the passion either ceases or turns absolute madness.