Henry Fielding Quotes

More men die of jealousy than of cancer.

Feelings come at really unexpected moments to all of us, and they come so fast.

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.

Jealousy seems the absolute reversal of love. It is the swinging from the sunny warmth of the Equator to the frigid cold of the North Pole.

Jealousy is a painful passion; yet without some share of it, the agreeable affection of love has difficulty to subsist in its full force and violence.

The jealous have but moments of Delight for years of Pain.

Jealousy ought to be tragic, to save it from being ridiculous.

Jealousy is a miserable feeling. It means you aspire to something that you cannot have. Even in love, it is better to leave, better not to waste time.

I envy what I fear and hate what I envy.

Love that is fed by jealousy dies hard.

Caleb could be so testy for no known reason. At times, it was like dating a woman with irritable bowel syndrome. Or rabies.

When a man is in love, jealous, and just whipped by the Inquisition, he is no longer himself.

And oft, my jealousy shapes faults that are not.

jealousy is the direct result of self-betrayal.

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.

Jealousy can open the blood, it can make black roses.

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 endlessly eats through my mind, and jealously endlessly makes me be unkind.

It will be a great pity if any feeling of jealousy or egotism gain ground amongst you.

Too often I am jealous and my jealousy leads me to say things-things-that I regret.

In the vaults of our hearts and brains, danger waits. All the chambers are not lovely, light and high. There are holes in the floor of the mind, like those in a medieval dungeon floor - the stinking oubliettes, named for forgetting, bottle-shaped cells in solid rock with the trapdoor in the top. Nothing escapes from them quietly to ease us. A quake, some betrayal by our safeguards, and sparks of memory fire the noxious gases - things trapped for years fly free, ready to explode in pain and drive us to dangerous behavior.

Jealousy is an inner consciousness of one's own inferiority. It is a mental cancer.

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

I felt an unrelenting restlessness. It was the first time I had ever experienced jealousy, and that emotion clung to my skin day and night like a dark stain, a contamination I could not shed; it became so unbearable that when finally I rid myself of it, I was freed forever of the desire to possess another person or the temptation ever to belong to anyone.

Envy and fear are the only passions to which no pleasure is attached.