William Butler Yeats Quotes

Don't hate me because I'm beautiful.

Mine was the unbearable jealousy a cultured pearl must feel toward a genuine one. Or can there be such a thing in this world as a man who is jealous of the woman who loves him, precisely because of her love?

Jealousy clings to love's underside like bats to a bridge.

I love mirrors.

Jealousy contains more of self-love than of love.

I'm still figuring out why people would want to look at me. Maybe it's generic beauty, but it's weird to be valued for something I was born with.

A narcissist is someone better looking than you are.

Look your best - who said love is blind?

I hate what I look like on TV, and I want to look better, and nothing makes the mothers more jealous.

When it comes to personal appearance, people are quick to cast judgment on people who look better than them. It's part of the human inferiority complex.

Jealousy is one of love's parasites.

Bored by safety, the lover grows jealous and exacting.

Jealousy is always born with love, but does not die with it. In jealousy there is more of self-love than of love to another.

I do not want no pretty woman. First thing you know, you fall in love with her-then you got to kill somebody about her. She'll make you so jealous, you'll bust!

Love that is fed by jealousy dies hard.

Jealous?" "Maybe." "No reason. I like my ladies with a pulse.

I measured love by the extent of my jealousy.

It’s like when you’re excited about a girl and you see a couple holding hands, and you feel so happy for them. And other times you see the same couple, and they make you so mad. And all you want is to feel happy for them because you know that if you do, then it means you’re happy, too.

Love may exist without jealousy, although this is rare: but jealousy may exist without love, and this is common; for jealousy can feed on that which is bitter no less than on that which is sweet, and is sustained by pride as often as by affection.

To put to rest any doubts you might have… I’m jealous of every man who comes within ten feet of you. I’m jealous of the clothes on your skin and the air you breathe. I’m jealous of every moment you spend out of my sight

That I have no right to be jealous is irrelevant. It is a human passion: the sick, white underbelly of love.

Now, she could't help but think he was just a big version of a jealous boy friend.

Jealousy's a proof of love, But 'tis a weak and unavailing medicine; It puts out the disease and makes it show, But has no power to cure.

As the saying goes, I want to be the best-looking corpse there is.

No man is offended by another man's admiration of the woman he loves; it is the woman only who can make it a torment.