Anita Shreve Quotes

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 one of love's parasites.

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

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.

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

Jealousy contains more of self-love than of love.

Bored by safety, the lover grows jealous and exacting.

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!

To put to rest any doubts you might have… I’m jealous of every man who comes within ten feet of you. I’m jealous of the clothes on your skin and the air you breathe. I’m jealous of every moment you spend out of my sight

Menny think tha luv their husbands almost tew deth, when in fack, tha are only jealous ov them.

My wife gets so jealous. She came home from work and was mad at me because there was a pretty girl on the bus she thought I would have liked.

I walk through the seasons and always the birds are singing and screaming and keening for love When you're with me it seems so absurd that I should be jealous of the jay and the dove.

Now, she could't help but think he was just a big version of a jealous boy friend.

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

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.

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

No man is offended by another man's admiration of the woman he loves; it is the woman only who can make it a torment.

He that is jealous is not in love.

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 that is fed by jealousy dies hard.

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?

I measured love by the extent of my jealousy.

Do not believe those persons who say they have never been jealous. What they mean is that they have never been in love.

Love is more cruel than lust.