Jealousy is an emotion. It doesn’t have to make sense. In fact, it usually doesn’t.

The custom of the Church has very great authority and ought to be jealously observed in all things.

It’s a tough world out there. You’re going to prepare yourself for politics, bad bosses, hating employees – and usually when you’re the absolute best, you get hated on the most.

Usually when you’re the absolute best, you get hated on the most.

Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo.

My wife’s jealousy is getting ridiculous. The other day she looked at my calendar and wanted to know who May was.

Jealousy’s a weak emotion.

Togetherness, passion, laughter, faith, trust, and jealousy are the essential ingredients of love.

Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy get the best of me.

Among real friends there is no rivalry or jealousy of one another, but they are satisfied and contented alike whether they are equal or one of them is superior.

The kernel of all jealousy is lack of love

The more a man lays stress on false possessions, and the less sensitivity he has for what is essential, the less satisfying is his life. He feels limited because he has limited aims, and the result is envy and jealousy

Serious sport has nothing to do with fair play. It is bound up with hatred, jealousy, boastfulness, disregard of all rules and sadistic pleasure in witnessing violence. In other words, it is war minus the shooting.

The jealousy of a free people ought to be constantly awake, since history and experience prove that foreign influence is one of the most baneful foes of republican government.

Jealousy is not a barometer by which the depth of love can be read. It merely records the degree of the lover’s insecurity.

For what we suppose to be our love or our jealousy is never a single, continuous and indivisible passion.

Everybody pities the weak; jealousy you have to earn.

You have to remember something. Everybody pities the weak. Jealousy you have to earn.

How much that strange confession explained to him! The painter’s absurd fits of jealousy, his wild devotion, his extravagant panegyrics, his curious reticences — he understood them all now, and he felt sorry. There seemed to him to be something tragic in a friendship so coloured by romance.

I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die. I am jealous of the portrait you have painted of me. Why should it keep what I must lose? Every moment that passes takes something from me and gives something to it. Oh, if it were only the other way! If the picture could change, and I could be always what I am now! Why did you paint it? It will mock me some day — mock me horribly

True confidence leaves no room for jealousy. When you know your are great, you have no need to hate.

Co-operate with one another, and do not bare grudges of jealousy.

Dogs are our link to paradise. They don’t know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring–it was peace.