Emma Goldman Quotes

Like hatred, jealousy is forbidden by the laws of life because it is essentially destructive.

Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.

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

Passion can quickly slip to jealousy, or even hatred.

Drama can be an addiction. It's so, so sneaky. Jealousy - all of those things can really send you in a lot of different crazy directions.

No one would deny that feeling envy is unpleasant, or that feeling envious sometimes leads us down a path we wish we hadn't taken. Envy is frequently corrosive and destructive.

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

Beyond love, beyond unrequited love, perhaps even beyond any other passion known to humanity, deep, deep in the depths of the turgid, clinging, swamplike pit of despair that lies dormant within every soul, lurks JEALOUSY. Jealousy, that most demeaning and debilitating of emotions. Jealousy, which can double the strength of the love upon which it is based, but whilst doubling it, warp and pervert it, untill it is no longer recognizable as the thing of beauty it once was. Jealous love is no more like true love than Mr Hyde was like Dr Jekyll or a stagnant swamp is like a freshwater lake.

Foul jealousy! that turnest love divine to joyless dread, and makest the loving heart with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine.

The worst thing about jealousy is how low it makes you reach.

Surrounded by the flames of jealousy, the jealous one winds up, like the scorpion, turning the poisoned sting against himself.

Hope is the crystal meth of emotions. It hooks you fast and kills you hard.

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

Jealousy is indeed a poor medium to secure love, but it is a secure medium to destroy one

Our envy of others devours us most of all.

Envy, if surrounded on all sides by the brightness of another's prosperity, like the scorpion confined within a circle of fire, will sting itself to death.

Jealousy... is a mental cancer.

It is not love that is blind, but jealousy.

Love is jealous, and ingenious in self-torture in proportion as it is pure and intense.

There is no greater glory than love, nor any greater punishment than jealousy.

Jealously is always born with love but it does not die with it.

Hatred is nothing but a form of cancer, and it will eat you up.

Jealousy in romance is like salt in food. A little can enhance the savor, but too much can spoil the pleasure and, under certain circumstances, can be life-threatening.

If you have rage and righteously act it out and blame it all on others, it's really you who suffers. The other people and the environment suffer also, but you suffer more because you're being eaten up inside with rage, causing you to hate yourself more and more

Comparison is the most dangerous acquaintance love can make.