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The thermometer of success is merely the jealousy of the malcontents.
The thermometer of success is merely the jealousy of the malcontents.
The jealous are troublesome to others, but a torment to themselves.
The jealous are troublesome to others, but a torment to themselves.
Do not overrate what you have received, nor envy others. He who envies others does not obtain peace of mind.
Do not overrate what you have received, nor envy others. He who envies others does not obtain peace of mind.
Obviously, in dealing with a relationship, sexuality has to be involved, and jealousy and emotions like that. And I don't read more
Obviously, in dealing with a relationship, sexuality has to be involved, and jealousy and emotions like that. And I don't know, I've always been intrigued by those emotions.
No true love there can be without
Its dread penalty--jealousy.
No true love there can be without
Its dread penalty--jealousy.
Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes read more
Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes that the greater the love, the greater the jealousy -- in fact, they're almost incompatible; one emotion hardly leaves room for the other. Both at once can produce unbearable turmoil...
Love sees sharply, hatred sees even more sharp, but Jealousy sees the sharpest for it is love and hate at read more
Love sees sharply, hatred sees even more sharp, but Jealousy sees the sharpest for it is love and hate at the same time
The damning tho't stuck in my throat and cut me like a knife,
That she, whom all my life read more
The damning tho't stuck in my throat and cut me like a knife,
That she, whom all my life I'd loved, should be another's wife.
I do beseech you--
Though I perchance am vicious in my guess
(As I confess it is read more
I do beseech you--
Though I perchance am vicious in my guess
(As I confess it is my nature's plague
To spy into abuses, and oft my jealousy
Shapes faults that are not), that your wisdom yet
From one that so imperfectly conjects
Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble
Out of his scattering and unsure observance.
