Jealousy And Love Quotes Mga Nobela at Kwento

He held my arm, but I just hand it back to him. I heard him heave a sigh. Yes. I am jealous. I don’t know about this sudden feeling in my chest. I just want someone to love me. Only me. I am seeking love and affection that couldn’t ever last but is for a lifetime. Elias is the least candidate for that love but how sure am I that he’s only for me? That he’s only for his queen? “Jealousy won’t make your mind at peace, baby,” he whispered to me behind my back.

I was angry because if it was indeed true that he was responsible for everything, then I don’t think there will ever be anything between us. "Ugh," I growled in exhaustion, "I don’t even love him," I muttered angrily. Why do I keep convincing myself that I don’t love him when it’s pretty clear that I am now jealous and hurt? Jealousy is one step toward love. After the driver parked the car in the parking lot, he noticed how quickly I jumped out of the car and entered the mansion. "Where is he?" I stormed into the office. Sadly, he was having a meeting. His clients turned to gawk at me in shock. I didn’t want to look at his face, but for some reason, I glanced at him with my eyes full of shat

“I get jealous, angry, and care when you’re with another man because I love you. Do you know how much your words hurt me the other day?” Charmine clenched her fists. She understood him when she saw him with Faye, especially when she called him stingy for being jealous. At that point, she felt terrible. What she said to Anthony the other day did seem rather harsh… She reached out with her small hand and held onto his larger palm, and he tangled his fingers with hers. Anthony’s cold eyes gradually softened. He looked at her and earnestly explained, “Charmine, remember one thing: Getting jealous does not correlate to one’s personality—it’s a matter of how much one loves.”

So she felt extremely heartbroken when she realized they were somehow involved in her parents' death. Leila patted Rui's hands and softly said, “Jealousy is a poison. It consumed her heart to the point that she wanted to compete with you over anything.” Phyllis nodded in agreement. “Just like how you desire to be a loving mother and wife, she desires to be better than you. It's an obsession rooted with malice.”

I said calmly, “when a man loves someone, he gets jealous. If you were in Mr. Benjamin’s shoes, maybe you wouldn’t know what you were doing either.” “Well then… let’s hear it.”

I said and sipped on my chocolate shake, which the waitress placed on the table a few minutes ago. His jaw clenched and his eyes sharpened. "Trust me, Evans, when you get this feeling for Divya too," I said and he sighed. "I hope, I do not reach to that point fir her" he muttered under his breath but I heard it anyway and it made me frown. If you do not feel jealous, or possessive about a thing or person you love the most then what kind of love is it?

Then he ultimately spoke. "If you think that I don't love you, then you are wrong. If you think that what I said earlier about those fans was true, then again, you are wrong. I wish I could read the woman's mind. I just wanted to know if you loved and needed me the way I did. Someone told me before that there is no true love without jealousy and I wanted to see if you will feel jealous but I never meant to hurt you. I don't know about you but my intentions are clear. I know that I love you and I will never do anything to hurt you."

“I’m sorry. I was wrong. I’ll do anything to make this right. Anything. Just please—” “There is nothing you can do to make this right,” I said, my voice devoid of all emotion. “I love you—” “No.” The word came out sharp. “You do not love me, Kiara. If you loved me, you would have wanted me to be happy. You would have supported my relationship with Imogene instead of sabotaging it. What you feel is not love. It is jealousy and obsession. And it has cost me everything.”

The way she started softening up, laughing at things he said that I never even heard her say to me. Jealousy crept in like mildew, slow and annoying. But jealousy doesn’t just show up outta nowhere, does it? No. There’s always something underneath. Love? Eh. That’s a heavy-ass word. But… maybe like. Like in the real way. Like noticing things. Wanting things. Protecting them.

This time around, she had stopped leaning back on the entrance and was standing on her own right now. “Well, you tell me, because the signs of your jealousy are there, sis. You are literally so jealous of me and I don’t know why you would fail or be blind to believe that you are. You aren’t being truthful to yourself right now, but it’s time for you to simply admit it. It’s simple. You are jealous of me.” I paused, watching her disgusted face. “And it is just as you have said, you are pretty; you are beautiful; you have the perfect body, and your model-like body is a killer. Not to talk about the fact that you have always had mom and dad’s love more than I did. Even the men love and would ca