Agatha Christie Quotes

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

Jealousy would be far less torturous if we understood that love is a passion entirely unrelated to our merits.

I was living in Bangkok and I had a girlfriend during this time, she was traveling and I was jealous. Y'know, I thought she might meet someone, might do something, and I was just worried, and I went and I wrote 'Nevermind.'

jealousy is conceived only in insecurity and must be nourished in fear.

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.

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

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'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.

Jealousy is just love and hate at the same time.

Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.

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.

Jealousy, that dragon which slays love under the pretence of keeping it alive.

People still do fall in and out of love and can and cannot express what they feel and are very much pained because the person they love is with somebody else. That's happening the whole world over, and I think it always has been.

The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.

Jealousy is love in competition.

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

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

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

When two people were in love you had to leave them to it. Especially when you weren't in love and wished that you were. That could embarrass. That could hurt.

I’ve never been jealous before I met you, it burns, luv. Like silver through my veins. Some nights, watching you with other men on your jobs, I think it will drive me mad. (Bones)

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.

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

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

Mine is a jealous heart, imagines things that never are.