Quotes About Jealousy Novels & Stories

"Scared of what?" She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't think he's scared of you leaving—but of not being enough for you. Jealousy’s ugly, but sometimes it’s just fear with a bad temper," she said. I stared at her, with my mouth slightly open, as she had just randomly dropped a wise quote.

He painted every day with mother and he was always so talented. Jane leapt from her chair because of what Lowis had just said. Between those two, it wasn't a love story. Daily, they were spoiling for each other... Well, Jane was looking for Lowis, and Lowis avoided her as much as possible. Once, when we were at the library, Lowis confided to me that Jane was a person who could be jealous sometimes. Not knowing what that meant, I asked Angela to explain it to me, and she told me that jealousy was a feeling of envy towards a someone else who had something that you didn't have and would like to have. In most cases, the jealous person felt hostility, spite or bitterness towards that person. Was

"You're killing yourself with jealousy," "Oh shut the fuck up, hypocrite. As if you are any better," I spat venomously. "I'm not a jealous person, Zayne. I've tested that theory," he said proudly. "Then you didn't love her. No man who truly loves his woman wouldn't feel jealous when it comes to another man. Definitely, it's not supposed to be extreme like Zayne's over here, but the desire to erase any other man or woman is inevitable, especially for us,"

he answered. That was something. I wanted to ask what he meant but I couldn’t, so I stayed silent. Silence settled between us until he spoke. “Got anything to tell me, never can tell I could be of help,” he muttered. “ I should be asking you that,” I muttered. “After what you pulled up earlier today, smelled like jealousy to me.” He exhaled through his nose, then laughed. “Jealousy is inefficient. Useless. You get jealous only when you trust, and then it becomes a problem.”

“Their tongues are in their mouths, but we live in our own world. So what’s the point of getting angry?” Mona’s heart wasn’t quite that big. She huffed in frustration. “Still! We rely on our abilities to make a living—why should we be their laughingstock? They’re just jealous of how you manage to look that good and be that good. Jealousy makes people ugly. What a bunch of ugly people.” Adriana chuckled. “Jealousy, when it hits deep enough, is an admission that they can't measure up. And when it builds to a certain level, it turns into envy—they’ll have no choice but to look up to you. Believe it or not.”

Flashback: "And if we don't trust each other, what's the point of us going through with this? I don't want to be with a man who can literally kill another person out of a fit of jealousy, and I assure you that you don't want to be with a woman who doesn't trust you either." "You're wrong, because no matter how many jealous scenes you make me, I find it impossible to be without you. And even if you don't want to be with someone like me, you find it impossible to be without me."

I scolded myself and gave my head a good beating. Mona's photoshoot will happen soon, and I'm forcing myself to think things over. Such as: What if Vernon likes Mona? What about me? That's the thing about jealousy, you can't control it. Jealousy is a feeling and not a right. Feelings are unstoppable even when you know they are not right.

“Love, you can’t be jealous of your own sister, can you?” Instead of feeling embarrassed about it, he responded proudly, “Anything or anyone that makes you worry about them more than me makes me jealous.” Angeline was rendered speechless by this. He was the king of jealousy. His gaze appeared hurt like a sad little puppy when he saw how non-understanding her reaction was. “You don’t care about me.” Angeline felt so accused. “I’m more innocent than the Central Park Five.” “Then tell me how you worry about me?” Angeline lowered her long lashes as she blinked. They were like a butterfly’s wings gently tapping on the leaves. It could attract the attention of all the flowers surrounding it.

"Maybe. But it's more than that. Years of coming in second, and today it finally boiled over." Jax listened without judgment, which was somehow worse. "Sounds rough. Twins, huh. That's a whole extra layer. My brother's my best friend and even we've got our rivalries. Can't imagine sharing a face with mine." He took a sip of his beer. "But jealousy doesn't make you the villain. It makes you human." The words landed harder than I expected. Human, maybe. But what I'd done last night felt like something worse than jealousy, seducing my sister's fiancé, letting him believe I was her.

"I should have thought of it. Who else would accept you if not for this pathetic being? Who else would be desperate enough to" "Research says," Adrian interrupted, his voice dangerously calm, "that people who are jealous of others only do so when they seemingly cannot achieve what the ones they're jealous of have achieved." Pretzel's smile faltered. "Jealous? Of her?" She gestured at me with a dismissive wave of her hand. "What exactly does this scoundrel have that I could ever want? What has she ever had that has ever gained my attention? Nothing. She's a good for nothing. She's always been a good for nothing. She couldn't keep a man, she couldn't build a career, she couldn't—"