Jealousy And Love Quotes Novels & Stories

“Jealousy is love and hate at the same time.” Adrian walked closer to her, his dark gaze on her face. Natalie quickly looked somewhere else. She couldn't handle those sharp intense eyes at her right now. He saw that and felt somewhat happy that he affected her. "You look great."

“When will you stop all this play and revenge game you are playing with Serena? I don’t like the way you act together… and the smugness on her face.” Her tone was filled with jealousy. Possessiveness. A claim. Jayden chuckled softly, the same warm sound that once made my heart flutter. “Are you jealous, love?” he asked gently, his fingers playing with her hair. Love. The word echoed inside my skull like a cruel joke. “Yes, I am,” she replied, lifting her head to look at him. “Or am I not allowed to be jealous when my love, my man, is with another woman?” My chest tightened painfully. My man.

"The little time I have known Leonardo I have come to know him, and love him too. If changing the status of our relationship by confessing my love to him would keep the ladies away from him, then I would gladly do it." "I see how fierce you are when it comes to those you love." "I am fierce and in love, I need Leonardo to know my feelings for him. I admit jealousy is a bit strange and weird for me to feel but it is a product of my love for him. I am bound to feel jealous whenever another lady comes close to him." Surely she loves Leonardo, being jealous is evidence of love, but she has to wait. Wait the same way Leonardo waited for her, surely he loves her.

“What dangers are you talking about? I thought you said the person that stabbed me fled.” “Yes, I said that, but for caution's sake, we've sent men to man your door in case they return.” “Man, my door? They can't be that dangerous; they are people I know and simply acted out of jealousy. Oh shit, I just let out that I knew who they were. “Oh, now you're opening up, but there's something you need to know about jealousy: it drains the blood, and until it convinces itself there's nothing to be jealous of, it gets rid of all that's in its way; it's like cancer.”

Parker looked to see that the guys had paused their games. And to know, they say jealousy is produced by the fear that the loved person prefers someone else.

“No, I have... other things to do.” She left quickly, before I could ask what she meant. Serena watched her go, then looked at me. “Jealousy is a quiet thing. It wears many faces.” I blinked at her, surprised. “You saw that too?” “I see many things,” she said. “But don’t fear it. Jealousy isn’t always hate. Sometimes it’s just pain that hasn’t found its words yet.” I looked at the door Ivy had gone through, feeling a twist in my chest.

Not desperate. Not terrified. Not like he was losing. --- But love spoken at the end of something does not sound the same. It sounds like apology. --- Tears filled her eyes. “You don’t get to discover love after you wasted mine,” she whispered. “I’m fighting for you!” “You’re fighting because someone else might win!” Silence. Direct hit. --- He looked toward the apartment. Toward the man waiting inside. And jealousy—raw, poisonous jealousy—burned across his face.

jealous. “It was an outburst of jealousy.”

“In fact, it bothers me more that you---!” I couldn’t really say it. There wasn’t a right word for it either. How the hell did you explain to someone that you were jealous that he’d threatened to have sex with someone else? Even if he was never going to act on it, it still had something ancient, but powerful, crawling into my chest. Would he still look at me the way he did now – with so much love and adoration in his eyes – if he realized how sick and twisted my jealousy was? But even as I still spoke, he cut me off as he pulled me closer...

She raised her brow. "Who are you thinking?” She said frowning. "Why do you want to know? Are you jealous wife?" I said teasingly. I felt a little relieved because she started to talk to me now. “Why will I be jealous?” She ask. “Because you love me?” "Love is not jealous." She just said. “Maybe you are right, I’m jealous.” She said then smirked. I frowned. She was about to leave but I held her hand. "What did you say?" I asked her.