Laurell K. Hamilton Quotes

I like jealous men. I love jealousy. I do.

The reason for the unreason with which you treat my reason , so weakens my reason that with reason I complain of your beauty.

Love is the most selfish of all the passions.

You love the person for who they are, flaws and all. You can't help who you love, either. It comes from a different side of your brain than the logic part that tells you that this person is horrible for you - "You should walk away!" While you're walking away, the other part of your brain is trying to gain control of your bodily functions. "Turn around! She's the one!"

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

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

Jealousy is the forerunner of love, and often its awakener.

I kissed him on the cheek and left to find Bobby Lee. Him, I trusted to be in the line of fire. But it was more than that: I wasn't sleeping with bobby Lee. I didn't love him. Sometimes love makes you selfish. Sometimes it makes you stupid. Sometimes it reminds you why you love your gun.

One is very crazy when in love.

If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.

He that is jealous is not in love.

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

Jealousy contains more of self-love than of love.

I think I've been skeptical of violent passion for a long time. I think 'Pinkerton' is about that a lot - seeing how, every time I've felt really passionate for someone, as soon as I 'acquire' them or feel like I've acquired them, the passion goes away.

Love looks through a telescope; envy, through a microscope.

This thing we call love has always been tricky, and as beautiful as it can be, we can potentially lose ourselves in it.

Love can make us fiends as well as angels.

Jealousy is one of love's parasites.

How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!

Bored by safety, the lover grows jealous and exacting.

Love is merely a madness.

I am cruel and I am selfish, but this need I have inside me, this need for you and no other, is stronger than anything else I've ever encountered. I doubt two years of lockup would dull it in the slightest.

You can't be wise and in love at the same time.

I do not want no pretty woman. First thing you know, you fall in love with her-then you got to kill somebody about her. She'll make you so jealous, you'll bust!

From love arises hatred of those things which are contrary to what we love, or which oppose and thwart us in those things that we delight in.