Novel & Cerita Jealousy And Love Quotes

I mutter, unable to help myself. His mouth quirks, amused. "Is that right?" he asks, a new note in his voice. "You've never been in love?" "I didn't say that—" "Yes, you did." He grins, and it almost topples me with its charm. "But maybe men understand it better. Love as seen through the eyes of a man." "It's just jealousy." "It's a lot of things. Jealousy, heartbreak, possession, trust—" "Stupidity." I grin.

"My sister, she loves Dermot, right?" "How is that my business?" Jealous much? "Please answer, for me?" "You can literally feel her unsure love for him oozing from a distance," he said sarcastically, and with jealousy. Yeah, I'm jealous too… wait, what? "Their love makes me feel like I will die single," "Sarcasm, why?" "This conversation bores me," I yanked out a thorn. "Ow!" You love her, you idiot. "I thought vampires feel no pain," I taunted.

You smile like a silly idiot thinking about your beloved. Sometimes you don’t even know if you love someone, and sometimes you confuse jealousy, obsession, infatuation, comfort and security, lust, and fantasy with love. Lin Mei Zhen didn’t know in which category she was fit in her last life, if her love was true or not. She actually did not hate Zhao Liwei, she was just angry not with him but herself. She was a foolish woman, who lost her everything for love. Loving someone was not a mistake, but loving someone too much is a mistake.

I felt a pang in my heart. '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' "Jealousy yeah" "Yeah it's an unwanted gift of love." "Please continue we have very little time left."

“You’re not.” Her voice followed me as I turned. “You just can’t stand the idea of me being loved.” I paused on the steps. Then I turned my head slightly and said, steady as I could: “Jealousy is wanting what you don’t have. I’m warning you because I’ve already lost what matters. And I don’t want to bury you too.” Her silence was all the answer I needed. I walked away, slow and shaking—but not broken. Not yet.

"I just liked him at first." But why did you kill her if you liked her? "However, when he arrived... Cessair Tacata, he took my place.""It should be me; every thank you and smile of the person I like should be mine." Jealousy is a word that has the power to ruin a hundred relationships. "I love him so much... that I want to cut off the happiness I see on his face." "That I know because of others and not me." That's shallow… It's not love. You're just succumbing to your jealousy, so much so that it becomes dangerous.

Marcus shook his head and smiled at the suspicion lacing my voice. “I don’t know if I should be happy that you are jealous, but love, it makes me giddy. It is the first time you looked so ready to kill me with jealousy. I love it, but at the same time, hate it because I don’t want you to ever doubt my feelings for you. I love you, wife.”

"You know, Tessa!" Mrs McCall snaps me from my engrossed thoughts about Jerol losing his temper because of Ellie. Don't censure my mood swings and upheavals on that whole new revelation. You understand the law of love, right? Jealousy and possessiveness go hand in hand with love. You understand that clingy sense of yearning and even demanding to be the only one your loved one cares about? Yes, that!

Suddenly it hit me like a tonne of brick. "Oh my gosh." I spoke slowly. I threw my hands in the air. "That's what all this is really about? You're jealous?" Joshua's face darkened. "Why would I be jealous of you?" I let out a hollow laugh which only seemed to agitate Joshua more. Of all the... of course, it was psychology 101. "Does it really matter that he loves me too, Josh?" I asked. "Is it a crime that Tristan might love me just as much as he loves you?"

“If you were jealous you should have just talked to me about it instead of joining hands with someone to expose me. As I said, you don’t know what was at risk. And if you had asked me, you would have found out there was nothing to be jealous of.” “There is,” he said, sadly, “and it’s worse that you don’t see it. He wouldn’t affect you if you didn’t have feelings toward him, and even if those feelings are hated the way you claim they are, hate is the opposite of love. You can always go back to it.” “You have no idea what you’re saying,” I said. “I do,” he said, “and it hurts even more that you don’t see it,” he added, walking away. What a way to ruin my day.