I always felt like the rug could be pulled out from under me at anytime. And coming from a racially mixed background, I always felt like I didn't really fit in anywhere.
Jealousy is both reasonable and belongs to reasonable men, while envy is base and belongs to the base, for the one makes himself get good things by jealousy, while the other does not allow his neighbour to have them through envy.
If I didn't smell so good would you still hug me?
When I met people in the past, even before saying hello, I felt like I should explain myself: This isn't who I am!
Most human beings still cannot trust love.
I don’t trust anybody. Not anybody. And the more that I care about someone, the more sure I am they’re going to get tired of me and take off.
Jealousy is the greatest of all evils, and the one that arouses the least pity in the person who causes it.
My whole life I've had the fear that I was going to be abandoned.
I go to sleep at night, like, ’Am I gonna be alone forever?’
He was worried she would not let him love her with the stain. He had already decided long ago, twenty or thirty minutes ago, that the stain was fine. He had only seen it for a moment, but he was already used to it. It was good. It somehow allowed them to have more.
Nothing brings on jealousy like laughter.
I was a stepchild in two different families. The hardest thing about being a stepchild is you know that in some way everything would be easier if you didn't exist.
Jealousy is not so much the love of another as the love of ourselves.
Why do we feel jealousy? Therapists often regard the demon as a scar of childhood trauma or a symptom of a psychological problem. And it's true that people who feel inadequate, insecure, or overly dependent tend to be more jealous than others.
You don't want to love - your eternal and abnormal craving is to be loved. You aren't positive, you're negative. You absorb, absorb, as if you must fill yourself up with love, because you've got a shortage somewhere.
It's the sort of subject that always interests me: jealousy and the language of suspicion and guilt. I think it interests people.
Power seems to confer on its possessor a mantle of superiority, specialness, and sexual potency, which the envious person desperately wants because he feels himself on some level to be inferior, unimportant, and impotent.
It's hard for a man to live with a successful woman - they seem to resent you so much. Very few men are generous enough to accept success in their women.
I don't want to be married to someone who feels inferior to my success or because I make more money than he does.
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?
There's something about a divorce in that even if your parents still love you, the fact that they can't live with each other makes you feel there's something wrong with you.
The only reason I went for that goal is that I wanted to say: 'Now, mummy-daddy, will you love me?'
A jealous husband doesnt doubt his wife, but himself.
After all the thousand times I’ve told you I love you, how could you let one word break your faith in me?...I could see it in your eyes, that you honestly believed that I didn’t want you anymore. The most absurd, ridiculous concept—as if there were any way that I could exist without needing you!
I can't trust the people I care about not to hurt me. And I'm not sure I can trust myself not to hurt them, either.
