Richelle Mead Quotes

It's the sort of subject that always interests me: jealousy and the language of suspicion and guilt. I think it interests people.

Jealousy in the air tonight, I could tell. I will never understand that but oh well.

I am suspicious without a motive, and jealous without love; although I feel I ought to love since I desire to be loved.

Nico's voice was like broken glass. "I- I wasn't in love with Annabeth." "You were jealous of her," Jason said. "That's why you didn't want to be around her. Especially why you don't want to be around... him. It makes total sense.

Jealousy is sustained as often by pride as by affection.

Jealousy - that jumble of secret worship and ostensible aversion.

Jealousy is the suspicion of one's own inferiority.

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 was jealous; therefore I loved.

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?

Jealous, O’Shea?" "Actually… I am.

My wife gets so jealous. She came home from work and was mad at me because there was a pretty girl on the bus she thought I would have liked.

Guilt is always jealous

Nor jealousy Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.

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

Am I jealous? he thought, astonished. Jealous of the chance object to which she has attached herself? Jealous of something that does not concern me? One can be jealous of a love that has turned away, but not of that to which it has turned.

Jealousy knows more than truth does.

Jealousy is the fear of losing the thing you love most. It's very normal. Suspicion is the thing that's abnormal.

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

How does hating get started? It's started by the jealous people, and they get mad over the things you have.

Jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

And oft, my jealousy shapes faults that are not.

As a jealous man, I suffer four times over: because I am jealous, because I blame myself for being so, because I fear that my jealousy will wound the other, because I allow myself to be subject to a banality: I suffer from being excluded, from being aggressive, from being crazy, and from being common.

Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.

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.