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970b027 Welcome to the wonderful world of jealousy, he thought. For the price of admission, you get a splitting headache, a nearly irresistable urge to commit murder, and an inferiority complex. Yippee. jealousy love J.R. Ward
6effeb4 The worst part of success is trying to find someone who is happy for you. jealousy friendship success humor happiness inspirational Bette Midler
fc28b43 Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo. jealousy morality disapproval H.G. Wells
2ceb89b Well, I'm so sorry that I can't be the right kind of monster for you, Bella. jealousy jacob-black love-triangle Stephenie Meyer
c2a2b8c Gossip is just a tool to distract people who have nothing better to do from feeling jealous of those few of us still remaining with noble hearts. jealousy humor inspirational gossip Anna Godbersen
1e21f23 She had loved him for such a long time, she thought. How was it that she did now know him at all? jealousy wonder sadness heartbreak love Cassandra Clare
848269a O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on. jealousy mockery vices monsters William Shakespeare
4d5fd03 Kai neared his desk again, seeing that the fugitive's profile had been transferred to the screen. His frown deepened. Perhaps not dangerous, but young and inarguably good-looking. His prison photo showed him flippantly winking at the camera. Kai hated him immediately. jealousy prince-kai thorne Marissa Meyer
27afe35 Beauty is not who you are on the outside, it is the wisdom and time you gave away to save another struggling soul like you. activist beautiful-personatlity beautiful-soul fathers giving-heart helping-out homeless-tent-community jealousy marine-life-conservation medical-missions motivators openess outward-beauty people-of-action real-people rescuers search-and-rescue time true-beauty prayer writing compassion inspiration philosophy truth inspirational empathetic takers communicators perspectives inner-beauty tender givers loving charity mothers community friendships service reflection judgement vanity aging Shannon L. Alder
136b4b9 So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. jealousy William Shakespeare
5349ff1 "Famous Harry Potter," said Malfoy. "Can't even go to a bookshop without making the front page." jealousy harry-potter fame J.K. Rowling
7510d13 "I had a good teacher." "Better not have been Myrnin or I'll have to kick his predatory ass." "I mean you, dummy." jealousy morganville-vampires shane-collins Rachel Caine
b056dad There are occasions when a woman, no matter how weak and impotent in character she may be in comparison with a man, will yet suddenly become not only harder than any man, but even harder than anything and everything in the world. jealousy Nikolai Gogol
1d486ec Marriage and its entourage of possession and jealousy enslave the spirit. jealousy marriage possession Irvin D. Yalom
ab51d4a Everythin' seems ter happen ter you, doesn' it? jealousy J.K. Rowling
4322fac Animals don't know as much about jealousy as people, but they're not ignorant of it, either. jealousy Stephen King
61a12b0 Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart. jealousy George Eliot
bdc02d6 What is jealousy but a reflection of your own failures? jealousy Michael Connelly
7a76760 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! jealousy vanity Oscar Wilde
b2aeabd It's a bad word, 'belong.' Especially when you put it with somebody you love ... You can't own a human being. jealousy love ownership Toni Morrison
19a6aba Too bad,Elizabeth. You're Stuck with me.Not for a few decades,not for centuries. You're tied to me forever. That boy and girl offspring you talked off? They'll come from me--or no one. jealousy love possessiveness Kresley Cole
213b96c When I thought of Eric with someone else, I wanted to rip out all his beautiful blonde hair. By the roots. In clumps. jealousy sookie-stackhouse Charlaine Harris
3247639 If you think of someone's good qualities as the umeboshi in an onigiri it's as if their qualities are stuck to their back! Maybe the reason people get jealous of each other is because they can see so clearly the umeboshi on other people's backs. jealousy good-qualities fruits-basket Natsuki Takaya
d4ad157 Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ. jealousy pessimism William Shakespeare
489a9c1 She sang, as requested. There was much about love in the ballad: faithful love that refused to abandon its object; love that disaster could not shake; love that, in calamity, waxed fonder, in poverty clung closer. The words were set to a fine old air -- in themselves they were simple and sweet: perhaps, when read, they wanted force; when sung, they wanted nothing. Shirley sang them well: she breathed into the feeling, softness, she poured round the passion, force: her voice was fine that evening; its expression dramatic: she impressed all, and charmed one. On leaving the instrument, she went to the fire, and sat down on a seat -- semi-stool, semi-cushion: the ladies were round her -- none of them spoke. The Misses Sympson and the Misses Nunnely looked upon her, as quiet poultry might look on an egret, an ibis, or any other strange fowl. What made her sing so? never sang so. Was it proper to sing with such expression, with such originality -- so unlike a school girl? Decidedly not: it was strange, it was unusual. What was must be ; what was must be . Shirley was judged. understanding prejudice jealousy passion women empathy morality music love musicality preconceptions feeling fidelity expression faithfulness propriety singing social-norms judgment society gift hypocrisy talent rejection gender expectations Charlotte Brontë
dd7e2e0 When you have been just told that the girl you love is definitely betrothed to another, you begin to understand how Anarchists must feel when the bomb goes off too soon. jealousy marriage humor engagement P.G. Wodehouse
ff48372 Max. God, but she was stubborn. And tough. And closed in. Closed off. Except when she was holding Angel, or ruffling the Gasman's hair, or pushing something closer to Iggy's hand so he could find it easily without knowing anyone had helped him. Or when she was trying to untangle Nudge's mane of hair. Or-sometimes-when she was looking at Fang. He shifted on the hard ground, a half-dozen flashes of memory cycling through his brain. Max looking at him and laughing. Max leaping off a cliff, snapping out her wings, flying off, so incredibly powerful and graceful that it took his breath away. Max punching someone's lights out, her face like stone. Max kissing that weiner Sam on Anne's front porch. Gritting his teeth, Fang rolled onto his side. Max kissing him on the beach, after Ari had kicked Fang's butt. Just now, her mouth soft under his. He wished she were here, if not next to him, then somewhere in the cave, so he could hear her breathing. It was going to be hard to sleep without that tonight. jealousy love needing otpotptoptop-i-just-can-t wings-and-flying fang friendship-and-love max missing otp need remembering James Patterson
dfcecdc "He rolled his eyes and took my hand. His hand was hard and calloused, tough with muscle and old scars. The night settled around us like a blanket. I could hear the water lapping against the dock. We were totally alone. "You're . . . ," he began, and I waited, heart throbbing in my throat. "Such a pain," he concluded. "What?" I asked, just as his head swooped in and his mouth touched mine. I tried to speak, but one of Fang's hands held the back of my head, and he kept his lips pressed against me, kissing me softly but with a Fanglike determination. Oh, jeez, I thought distractedly. Jeez, this is Fang, and me, and . . . Fang tilted his head to kiss me more deeply, and I felt totally lightheaded. Then I remembered to breathe through my nose, and the fog cleared a tiny bit. Somehow we were pressed together, Fang's arms around me now, sliding under my wings, his hands flat against my back. It was incredible. I loved it. I loved him. It was a total disaster. Gasping, I pulled back. "I, uh--," I began oh so coherently, and then I jumped up, almost knocking him over, and raced down the dock. I took off, flying fast, like a rocket." -- jealousy pain kiss feelings funny friendship love brb-dying pals holding-hands confusion best-friends weird wings otp lol night James Patterson
2c0ba8d "Is it my imagination, or is there some kind of jealousy thing going on here?"-Inuyasha (gives Inuyasha a really bad look)"It's your imagination."-Sango jealousy sango miroku Rumiko Takahashi (高橋 留美子)
c952524 I am Envy, begotten of a chimney-sweeper and an oyster-wife. I cannot read, and therefore wish all books were burnt; I am lean with seeing others eat - O that there would come a famine through all the world, that all might die, and I live alone; then thou should'st see how fat I would be! But must thou sit and I stand? Come down, with a vengeance! jealousy faustus marlowe seven-deadly-sins envy Christopher Marlowe
9f1f61b ... Because the writer resented that she had turned to me I became the handsome and dazed narrator, incapable of love or kindness. That's how I became the damaged party boy who wandered through the wreckage, blood streaming from his nose, asking questions that never required answers. That's how I became the boy who never understood how anything worked. That's how I became the boy who wouldn't save a friend. That's how I became the boy who couldn't love the girl. jealousy resentment Bret Easton Ellis
1f932a3 "I was merely observing; I have no agenda." He looked at his hand, still touching hers. "Where did you get that ring?" She contracted her hand into a fist as she pulled it away from him. The amethyst in her ring glowed in the firelight. "It was a gift." "From whom?" "That's none of your concern." He shrugged, though she knew betterthan to tell him who'd really given it to her - rather, she knew Chaol wouldn't want Dorian to know. "I'd like to know who's been giving rings to my Champion." The way the collar of his black jacket lay across his neck made her unnable to sit still. She wanted to touch him, to trace the line between his tan skin and the golden lining of the fabric. "Billiards?" she asked, rising to her feet. I could use another lesson." Celaena didn't wait for his answer as she strode toward the gaming room. She very much wanted to stand close to him and have her skin warm under his breath. She liked that. Worse than that, she realized, she liked him." jealousy dorian-havilliard crush hands flirting Sarah J. Maas
6b584f8 Jealousy is a strange transformer of characters. jealousy nature character change transformation Arthur Conan Doyle
739590a Mortals are easily tempted to pinch the life out of their neighbor's buzzing glory, and think that such killing is no murder. jealousy neighborhood George Eliot
3e127e6 "I'm not comfortable in this stadium," I explained, trying to look calm. "I know. And you hate Fang looking at those girls. But we're still having fun, and Fang still loves you, and you'll still save the world. Okay?" jealousy love kid girl innocence saving-the-world James Patterson
4056e67 I want to be the kind of boy you are, thought Bean. But I don't want to go through what you've been through to get there. sympathy jealousy ender yearning Orson Scott Card
d413ce7 Jackson snorted. And Selena play-slapped his chest, like he was her mischievous boyfriend. At that, the inital I'd felt transformed into jealousy bitch cut kresely-cole selena poison-princess evie jackson Kresley Cole
a5a38a5 "Come, Paul!" she reiterated, her eye grazing me with its hard ray like a steel stylet. She pushed against her kinsman. I thought he receded; I thought he would go. Pierced deeper than I could endure, made now to feel what defied suppression, I cried - "My heart will break!" What I felt seemed literal heart-break; but the seal of another fountain yielded under the strain: one breath from M. Paul, the whisper, "Trust me!" lifted a load, opened an outlet. With many a deep sob, with thrilling, with icy shiver, with strong trembling, and yet with relief - I wept. "Leave her to me; it is a crisis: I will give her a cordial, and it will pass," said the calm Madame Beck. To be left to her and her cordial seemed to me something like being left to the poisoner and her bowl. When M. Paul answered deeply, harshly, and briefly - "Laissez-moi!" in the grim sound I felt a music strange, strong, but life-giving. "Laissez-moi!" he repeated, his nostrils opening, and his facial muscles all quivering as he spoke. "But this will never do," said Madame, with sternness. More sternly rejoined her kinsman - "Sortez d'ici!" "I will send for Pere Silas: on the spot I will send for him," she threatened pertinaciously. "Femme!" cried the Professor, not now in his deep tones, but in his highest and most excited key, "Femme! sortez a l'instant!" He was roused, and I loved him in his wrath with a passion beyond what I had yet felt. "What you do is wrong," pursued Madame; "it is an act characteristic of men of your unreliable, imaginative temperament; a step impulsive, injudicious, inconsistent - a proceeding vexatious, and not estimable in the view of persons of steadier and more resolute character." "You know not what I have of steady and resolute in me," said he, "but you shall see; the event shall teach you. Modeste," he continued less fiercely, "be gentle, be pitying, be a woman; look at this poor face, and relent. You know I am your friend, and the friend of your friends; in spite of your taunts, you well and deeply know I may be trusted. Of sacrificing myself I made no difficulty but my heart is pained by what I see; it must have and give solace. Leave me!" This time, in the "leave me" there was an intonation so bitter and so imperative, I wondered that even Madame Beck herself could for one moment delay obedience; but she stood firm; she gazed upon him dauntless; she met his eye, forbidding and fixed as stone. She was opening her lips to retort; I saw over all M. Paul's face a quick rising light and fire; I can hardly tell how he managed the movement; it did not seem violent; it kept the form of courtesy; he gave his hand; it scarce touched her I thought; she ran, she whirled from the room; she was gone, and the door shut, in one second. The flash of passion was all over very soon. He smiled as he told me to wipe my eyes; he waited quietly till I was calm, dropping from time to time a stilling, solacing word. Ere long I sat beside him once more myself - re-assured, not desperate, nor yet desolate; not friendless, not hopeless, not sick of life, and seeking death. "It made you very sad then to lose your friend?" said he. "It kills me to be forgotten, Monsieur," I said." jealousy love lucy-snowe villette goodbyes separation Charlotte Brontë
676bcf2 He wasn't, I realized when I read those scenes concerning Blair and myself, close to any of us-- except of course to Blair, and really not even to her. He was simply someone who floated through our lives and didn't seem to care how flatly he perceived everyone or that he'd shared our secret failures with the world, showcasing the youthful indifference, the gleaming nihilism, glamorizing the horror of it all. But there was no point in being angry with him. jealousy writing resentment Bret Easton Ellis
102c541 Feelings, she learned, were hard to fight. She treasured his smiles and compliments and tried not to dwell on the fact that he gave this things to his friend Kel. His dreamy-eyed gazes, poems, and fits of passionate melancholy were for Uline. It was hard not to resent the older girl. jealousy love Tamora Pierce
45ac08d What was this yearning, tearing at her insides like hunger and thirst? It couldn't be love. Love was warm and soft, like a bed of leaves. But this was dark, like the shade under a poisonous shrub, and it was hungry. So hungry. It must have some other name, just as there couldn't be the same word for life and death, or for moon and sun jealousy love Cornelia Funke
53c5665 The theatre is a tragic place, full of endings and partings and heartbreak. You dedicate yourself passionately to something, to a project, to people, to a family, you think of nothing else for weeks and months, then suddenly it's over, it's perpetual destruction, perpetual divorce, perpetual adieu. It's like , it's a koan. It's like falling in love and being smashed over and over again.' 'You do, then, fall in love.' 'Only with fictions, I love players, but actors are so ephemeral. And then there's waiting for the perfect part, and being offered it the day after you've committed yourself to something utterly rotten. The remorse, and the envy and the jealousy. An old actor told me if I wanted to stay in the trade I had better kill off envy and jealousy at the start. theatre jealousy love remorse regret hamlet theater Iris Murdoch
ba83388 Love that wants only to get, to possess, is a monstrous thing jealousy love ownership Ursula K. Le Guin
eeaf257 "Atticus adjusted his glasses as he peered down at the blanket. "Hey, is that the book Nellie told us about?" Jake's eyes flicked to Olivia's book. "You've got it outside in the ? Are you out of your minds?" Amy crossed her arms. "We're being careful." "It's not about careful, this is a five-hundred-year-old manuscript! You should be wearing gloves--Atticus brought some--and keeping it of the sunlight." "It didn't take you long to start barking orders!" Any exclaimed, her face flushing. "But then you always know best, don't you?" "Somebody has to be mature in this situation," Jake said, his gaze flashing at Ian, who was now intently trying to brush cookie crumbs off his pants. "True. In that case, we'd rather consult your little brother," Ian said with a smirk. "Medieval manuscripts are his field, am I right?" "Technically, it's early Renaissance," Jake said. "Thanks for the correction, my good man. Amy is right--you know best." Ian slipped his arm around Amy. "She's so perceptive. One of the many things I adore about her." "It's getting chilly. Why don't we go inside?" Amy suggested brightly as she tried to step out of the circle of Ian's arm. Ian took the opportunity to rub her shoulder. "You do feel rather cold," he said. "Let's sit by the fire. Jake, since you're so interested in proper handling, why don't you take the book?" Jake snatched up the book and furiously stomped off toward the house. "You forgot to wear gloves!" Ian called after him. Amy pushed him away. "Really, Ian." "What a touchy guy," Ian said. "Frankly, I don't know what you see in him." He winced as the kitchen door slammed, then glanced at Amy's red face. "Hmmm. It might be a good time for me to take a walk." jealousy jake-rosenbloom ian-kabra atticus-rosenbloom Jude Watson
2b9f2f6 She had in truth no abstract propensity to malice: she did not dislike Lily because the latter was brilliant and predominant, but because she thought that Lily disliked her. It is less mortifying to believe one's self unpopular than insignificant, and vanity prefers to assume that indifference is a latent form of unfriendliness. jealousy popularity vanity Edith Wharton
03dcee8 Modern Romans insisted that there was only one god, a notion that struck Alobar as comically simplistic. Worse, this Semitic deity was reputed to be jealous (what was there to be jealous of if there were no other gods?), vindictive, and altogether foul-tempered. If you didn't serve the nasty fellow, the Romans would burn your house down. If you did serve him, you were called a Christian and got to burn other people's houses down. jealousy christianity religion romans vindication gods Tom Robbins
cfa8018 Jealous is an ugly thing. jealousy romance love Jennifer L. Armentrout
0e24604 "Back at home, after some prodding from Tereza, he admitted that he had been jealous watching her dance with a colleague of his. "You mean you were really jealous?" she asked him ten times or more, incredulously, as though someone had just informed her she had been awarded a Nobel Peace prize. Then she put her arm around his waist and began dancing across the room. The step she used was not the one she had shown off in the bar. It was more like a village polka, a wild romp that sent her legs flying in the air and her torso bounding all over the room, with Tomas in tow. Before long, unfortunately, she bagan to be jealous herself, and Tomas saw her jealously not as a Nobel Prize, but as a burden, a burden he would be saddled with until not long before his death." jealousy love Milan Kundera
4a2fe8f It took so long to find you...and now I don't want it to change. I want it all set in amber. I want us and nobody else in the most selfish way you can imagine. I can't help it--I'm old-fashioned. I believe marriage is between a man and a man. jealousy passion love joyful-living selfishness possessiveness desire Armistead Maupin
0a3d9cc Once she was standing by her locker and her puka shells broke and scattered and she made a joke about it but he could tell she was upset. He wanted to buy her some more. He wanted to give her a million strands of little nesting polished shells, and tropical flowers and ice creams and lemonades and a pale blue surfboard to teach her to surf on and anything else she wanted. Instead he let his checkered Vans step on one of the rolling shells and crush it. jealousy jealous envy Francesca Lia Block
f07472d I admired him more than anyone but I didn't wish him well. It was that I preferred him to me and wanted to be him. I coveted his talents, face, style. I wanted to wake up with them all transferred to me. jealousy love envy Hanif Kureishi
f486b09 One of the questions asked by al-Balkhi, and often repeated to this day, is this: Why do the children of Israel continue to suffer? My grandmother Dodo thought it was because the were jealous. The seder for Passover (which is a shame-faced simulacrum of a Hellenic question-and-answer session, even including the wine) tells the children that it's one of those things that happens to every Jewish generation. After the or or Holocaust, many rabbis tried to tell the survivors that the immolation had been a punishment for 'exile,' or for insufficient attention to the Covenant. This explanation was something of a flop with those whose parents or children had been the raw material for the 'proof,' so for a time the professional interpreters of god's will went decently quiet. This interval of ambivalence lasted until the war of 1967, when it was announced that the divine purpose could be discerned after all. How wrong, how foolish, to have announced its discovery prematurely! The exile and the Shoah could now both be understood, as part of a heavenly if somewhat roundabout scheme to recover the Western Wall in Jerusalem and other pieces of biblically mandated real estate. I regard it as a matter of self-respect to spit in public on rationalizations of this kind. (They are almost as repellent, in their combination of arrogance, masochism, and affected false modesty, as Edith Stein's 'offer' of her life to expiate the regrettable unbelief in Jesus of her former fellow Jews.) The sage Jews are those who have put religion behind them and become in so many societies the leaven of the secular and the atheist. jealousy war suffering christianity jesus religion bible grandmothers biblical-covenant divine-retribution edith-stein false-modesty hellenism hiwi-al-balkhi masochism passover passover-seder rabbis rationalisation six-day-war theodicy western-wall will-of-god exile gentiles judaism martyrdom arrogance holocaust punishment atheism self-respect children jerusalem secularism wine survivors Christopher Hitchens
86a1589 His veins were dark with a vivid belladonna tincture, the essence of jealousy. jealousy villette Charlotte Brontë
6d95ae0 "Guilty?" George's face betrayed his surprise. "Whatever for?" "That neither of your brothers ever offered for me." Another thing she probably should not have said. But as it happened, Billie did think that Lady Manston felt this way. And when George's expression slid from curiosity to something that might have been jealousy... well, Billie could not help but feel a little pleased. "So I think she's trying to make it up to me," she said gamely. "It's not as if I was waiting for one of them to ask me, but I think she thinks I was, so now she wants to introduce me --" "Enough," George practically barked. "I beg your pardon?" He cleared his throat. "Enough," he said in a much more evenly tempered voice. "It's ridiculous." "That your mother feels this way?" "That she thinks introducing you to a pack of useless fops is a sensible idea." Billie took a moment to enjoy this statement." jealousy love idea Julia Quinn
98efd39 Billie laughed at that, full and throaty, and once again she became so incandescently beautiful that George was half-tempted to throw a blanket over her, just to stop anyone else from wanting her. jealousy love hide laugh Julia Quinn
694c8b9 "What's wrong with (Captain) Jack Aubrey?" "Everything, since he has a command and I have not." rebellion jealousy Patrick O'Brian
25e5e33 Believe me,' [...] 'I would know about it. That's the difference between me and your girlfriend. I am the jealous type. I am the Spanish Inquisition when it comes to being fucked around on. No quarter will be given. jealousy girlfriend Jonathan Franzen
2a317c0 "Listen to yourself. Poor martyred Louisa. I predict that Fellows will solve this murder and then sweep you off your feet." Daniel shrugged. "Well, the sweeping-you-off-your-feet part might take a little nudge. But he wants to do it. It's a beautiful thing to watch the way he looks at you. Fellows glared at Gil tonight as though he wanted to find a claymore, learn how to use it, and finish him off. Or just pull out a pistol and shoot him." jealousy love louisa Jennifer Ashley
a8eaf51 Jealousy is perhaps the most involuntary of all strong emotions. It steals consciousness, it lies deeper than thought. It is always there, like a blackness in the eye, it discolours the world. rage jealousy envy emotions Iris Murdoch
2d3ba45 "You know all of the young gentlemen better than I do," Lady Manston continued. "Are there any we should avoid?" All of them, George wanted to say. ''What about Ashbourne's son?'' "No." "No?" his mother echoed. "No, as in you don't have an opinion?" "No, as in no. He is not for Billie." Who, George could not help but note, was watching the mother-son exchange with an odd mix of curiosity and alarm. "Any particular reason?" Lady Manston asked. "He gambles," George lied. Well, maybe it wasn't a lie. All gentlemen gambled. He had no idea if the one in question did so to excess. "What about the Billington heir? I think he --" "Also no." His mother regarded him with an impassive expression. "He's too young," George said, hoping it was true. "He is?" She frowned. "I suppose he might be. I can't remember precisely." jealousy lies marriage men love Julia Quinn
55ac53d "She had signed her own death-warrant. He kept telling himself over and over that he was not to blame, she had brought it on herself. He had never seen the man. He knew there was one. He had known for six weeks now. Little things had told him. One day he came home and there was a cigar-butt in an ashtray, still moist at one end, still warm at the other. There were gasoline-drippings on the asphalt in front of their house, and they didn't own a car. And it wouldn't be a delivery-vehicle, because the drippings showed it had stood there a long time, an hour or more. And once he had actually glimpsed it, just rounding the far corner as he got off the bus two blocks down the other way. A second-hand Ford. She was often very flustered when he came home, hardly seemed to know what she was doing or saying at all. He pretended not to see any of these things; he was that type of man, Stapp, he didn't bring his hates or grudges out into the open where they had a chance to heal. He nursed them in the darkness of his mind. That's a dangerous kind of a man. If he had been honest with himself, he would have had to admit that this mysterious afternoon caller was just the excuse he gave himself, that he'd daydreamed of getting rid of her long before there was any reason to, that there had been something in him for years past now urging Kill, kill, kill. Maybe ever since that time he'd been treated at the hospital for a concussion. ("Three O'Clock")" jealousy murder concussion cuckold homicide crime Cornell Woolrich
83f8ca7 She has that voraciousness about children. She swoops in on them. Even I, in public was a beloved child. She'd parade me into town, smiling and teasing me, tickling me as she spoke with people on the sidewalks. When we got home, she'd trail off to her room like an unfinished sentence, and I would sit outside with my face pressed against her door, and replay the day in my head, searching for clues to what I had done to displease her. I have one memory that catches in me like a nasty clump of blood. Marian was dead about two years, and my mother had a cluster of friends come over for afternoon drinks. For hours, the child was cooed over, smothered with red lipstick kisses, tidied up with tissues, then lipstick smacked again. I was suppose to be reading in my room, but I sat at the top of the stairs watching. My mother finally was handed the baby, and she cuddled it ferociously. Oh, how, wonderful it is to hold a baby again! Adora jiggled it on her knee, walked it around the rooms, whispered to it, and I looked down from above like a spiteful little god, the back of my hand placed against my face, imagining how it felt to be cheek to cheek with my mother. jealousy loneliness dysfunctional-mother human-accessory childhood-memory child mother Gillian Flynn
04f9aa6 "Acid filled Sara's mouth. It wasn't fair. That's what Sara wanted to say. To scream at the top of her lungs. It just wasn't fair. Lena wasn't strong. She would bend, not break. She would recover from this tragedy the same easy way she recovered from every other tragedy before. Even if she lost Jared, Lena would always know what it felt like to have his child growing inside of her. She could always hold her baby's hand and think of holding Jared's. She could see her child laugh and learn and grow and play sports and do school projects and graduate from college and Lena would always, always remember her husband. She would see Jared in her grandchildren and great-grandchildren. On her deathbed, she would find peace in the knowledge that they had made something beautiful together. That even in death, they would both go on living. "Sara," Faith said. "What's happening here?" Sara wiped her eyes, angry that she was back in the same dark place she'd started at this morning. "Why does everything come so damn easy to her?" She struggled to speak. Her throat clenched around every word that wanted to come out of her mouth. "Everything just opens up, and she always walks through unscathed and--" Sara had to stop for breath. "It's just so easy for her. She always has it so goddamn easy." jealousy women-helping-women Karin Slaughter
6d28629 Confront all the angry thoughts, feelings, the jealousies and condemnations, to find their cause, seek the root of such feelings and then operate on that. Need of security and reassurance can cause criminal acts. jealousy expression security emotions Anaïs Nin
cf9530f ...but now the love of Charles for Emma seemed to her a desertion from her tenderness, an encroachment upon what was hers, and she watched her son's happiness in sad silence, as a ruined man looks through the windows at people dining in his old house. motherhood jealousy nostalgia Gustave Flaubert
11b6adb She had to strive to make every thought obedient to the love of Christ whatever violent feelings churned within her. She had to take her every thought captive to the obedience of Christ and leave no room for anger and jealousy and thoughts of revenge. jealousy revenge love obedient christ thought Francine Rivers
ea3e7c6 Ravings, in short, jealousy of the past, the worst kind of all. jealousy love salman-rushdie the-satanic-verses jealous fighting Salman Rushdie
b6ac903 "She made a visual inventory of the disaster and confirmed that the girl was curled up like a snail, her head hidden between her arms: terrified but intact. "My God!" Rosa Cabarcas exclaimed. "What I wouldn't have given for a love like this!" jealousy love Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez
89005ea "Anger, resentment, jealousy, desire for revenge, lust, greed, antagonisms, and rivalries are the obvious signs that I have left home. And that happens quite easily. When I pay careful attention to what goes on in my mind from moment to moment, I come to the disconcerting discovery that there are very few moments during the day when I am really free from these dark emotions, passions and feelings. Constantly falling back into an old trap, before I am even fully aware of it, I find myself wondering why someone hurt me, rejected me, or didn't pay attention to me. Without realizing it, I find myself brooding about someone else's success, my own loneliness, and the way the world abuses me. Despite my conscious intentions, I often catch myself daydreaming about becoming rich, powerful, and very famous. All of these mental games reveal to me the fragility of my faith that I am the Beloved One on whom God's favor rests. I am so afraid of being disliked, blamed, put aside, passed over, ignored, persecuted, and killed, that I am constantly developing strategies to defend myself and thereby assure myself of the love I think I need and deserve. And in so doing I move far away from my father's home and choose to dwell in a "distant country." -- jealousy revenge love rivalry hurt resentment lust father Henri J.M. Nouwen
804798d He beat me when you not here, I say. Who do, she say, Albert? Mr ____, I say. I can't believe it, she say. She sit down on the bench next to me real hard, like she drop. What he beat you for? she ast. For being me and not you. violence jealousy abuse-survivor wife-beater envy alice walker
9707da8 I adore your jealousy, especially when it's so misplaced. I expect Shakespeare wrote a sonnet about that. jealousy humor misplaced the-message-to-the-planet iris-murdoch Iris Murdoch
17e5497 Hero might have enjoyed the evening spent at Almack's Assembly Rooms, but it had not been one of unmixed pleasure for her escort, while for one other person it had been an evening of almost unleavened annoyance. Miss Milborne, seeing the most ardent of her admirers enter the rooms with Hero on his arm, had suffered something in the nature of a shock. Never before had she seen George in attendance on any other lady than herself! When he came to Almack's it was to form one of her court; and when she did not dance with him he had a gratifying habit of leaning against the wall and watching her, instead of soliciting some other damsel to dance with him. Now, on the heels of the most obdurate quarrel they had had, here he was, looking perfectly cheerful, actually laughing at something Hero had said to him, his handsome head bent a little to catch her words. Hero, too, was in very good looks: in fact, Miss Milborne had not known that her little friend could appear to such advantage. She could never, of course, aspire to such beauty as belonged to the Incomparable, but Miss Milborne was no fool, and she was obliged to own that there was something particularly taking in the bride's smile and mischievous twinkle. Watching George, she came to the reluctant conclusion that he was fully sensible of his partner's charm. He had given his adored Isabella nothing more than a common bow upon catching sight of her, and it was plain that he meant to devote his evening to Hero. Miss Milborne could think of a dozen reasons to account for his gallanting Hero to the ball, but none of them satisfied her; nor could the distinguishing attention paid to her by her ducal admirer quite restore her spirits. jealousy isabella-milborne hero-wantage love-triangle Georgette Heyer
1453138 If there is any fruitless mental torment which is greater than that of jealousy it is perhaps remorse. Even the pains of loss may be less searching; and often of course these agonies combine, as now they did for me. I say remorse not repentance. I doubt if I have ever experienced repentance in a pure form; perhaps it does not exist in a pure form. Remorse contains guilt, but helpless hopeless guilt which knows of no cure for the painful bite. jealousy the-sea-the-sea iris-murdoch torment repentance remorse guilt Iris Murdoch
e163e34 Beauty is more a danger than intelligence or wit. One becomes a living mirror for the inadequacies of others. jealousy intelligence inadequacies wit Gordon Dahlquist
2be0709 While some of us burned on the edges of life, insatiable and straining to see more deeply in, he sat complacently at the centre and let life come to him -- so much of it, evidently, that he could not keep track of his appointments. jealousy John Updike
8876821 Those who had listened to Grisostomo's song thought it was very good, though the one who read it said he did not think it conformed to the accounts he had heard of Marcela's virtue and modesty, because in it Grisostomo complained of jealousy, suspicions, and absence, all to the detriment of Marcela's good name and reputation. To which Ambrosio, as the one who knew best the most hidden thoughts of his friend, replied: 'Senor, so that you may free yourself of this doubt, you ought to know that when the unfortunate man wrote this song he was absent from Marcela; he had absented himself from her voluntarily, to see if absence would have its customary effects on him, and since there is nothing that does not vex the absent lover, and no fear that does not overwhelm him, Grisostomo was as vexed by the jealousy he imagined and the suspicions he feared as if they had been real. And with this the truth of Marcela's reputation for virtue remains unshaken; for aside from her being cruel, and somewhat arrogant, and very disdainful, envy itself cannot or should not find any fault in her. jealousy Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
1abc1e8 Es inutil, ?verdad? Nunca la podra vencer. Esta muerta, pero aun manda aqui. Ella es la senora de verdad, y no usted. Aquien olvidan y dan de lado y rechazan... es a usted. ?Por que no se va de Manderley? ?Por que no se marcha usted? Aqui nadie la quiere. El senr no la quiere ni la ha querido nunca. No puede olvidar a mi senorita. jealousy Daphne du Maurier
354f490 Jenny froze...cut by an unexpected pang of a hot jealousy she had thought that she had long outgrown--the bitter jealousy of her youth toward those who had greater skills than she. All her life she had worked to rid herself of it, knowing it crippled her from learning from those more powerful. jealousy Barbara Hambly
e2c5aac The only one in the valley who was working was Mooney Wright. Harrison leaned over and kneaded his hands roughly. He was wary of Mooney. Mooney was a strong one, not subject to weakness at all. He had done only one grievous act, in Harrison's mind. He had taken Lorry and the boys from him. For a man to be jealous of his daughter was a damnable thing, Harrison thought, though he realized he had been jealous of Lorry for years. It was to her that he had let his heart go out, yes, back when she was a small thing. jealousy working John Ehle
e1bb9bd There are countless reasons to be jealous. But that doesn't mean you have to succumb to them. jealousy Beth Revis
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