Karl Kraus Quotes

Jealousy is love bed of burning snarl.

Sure, I can get a little bit jealous. The good part about jealousy is that it comes from passion. It's also the dangerous part and it's an ugly emotion that hurts.

Jealousy is bred in doubts. When those doubts change into certainties, then the passion either ceases or turns absolute madness.

It is not love that is blind, but jealousy.

When you achieve something or someone, you don't want to lose the person. I love Malaika but I'm possessive about her.

Jealousy is unavoidable - it's part of the price we pay for intimacy.

Bored by safety, the lover grows jealous and exacting.

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

Jealousy means ego, jealousy means unconsciousness. Jealousy means that you have not known even a moment of joy and bliss; you are living in misery. Jealousy is a by-product of misery, ego, unconsciousness.

And you're too nice," he added, above the lap-lap of the water and the patter of sand on the water-lily leaves. "I was relying on you being too jealous to let that demon near the place.

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.

Jealousy comes from self-love rather than from true love.

Jealousy is such an ugly emotion.

Even jealousy is based on fantasies: a fantasy that someone else has what belongs to you.

There are no safe rooms, no safe truths, no safe secrets to tell.

Jealousy is not so much the love of another as the love of ourselves.

We covet what is guarded; the very care invokes the thief. Few love what they may have.

I had never thought I could love another person this much. I also never thought I’d live in such fear of losing another person. Was this how everyone in love felt? Did they all cling tightly to their beloved and wake up terrified in the middle of the night, afraid of being alone? Was that an inevitable way of life when you loved so deeply? Or was it just those of us who walked on a precipice who lived in such panic?

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.

Tris.” I keep staring. “Tris.” I finally look at him. “I just don’t want to lose you.

The jealous man's disease is of so malignant a nature, that it converts all it takes into its own nourishment.

For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy

How easy I was. Like a limpet I attached myself to anything, anyone who showed me the least attention.

Security will produce danger.

Jealousy dislikes the world to know it.