So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.
Nor jealousy
Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.
First, then, a woman will or won't, depend on 't;
If she will do 't, she will; and there's an end on 't.
But if she won't, since safe and sound your trust is,
Fear is affront, and jealousy injustice.
Love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave.
The test of ahimsa is the absence of jealousy. The man whose heart never cherishes even the thought of injury to anyone, who rejoices at the prosperity of even his greatest enemy, that man is the bhakta, he is the yogi, he is the guru of all.
Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.
The Conob Indians of northern Guatemala... describe love as "my soul dies." Love is such that, without experiencing the joy of union with the object of our love, there is a real sense in which "the soul dies." A man who loves God according to the Conob idiom would say "my soul dies for God." This not only describes the powerful emotion felt by the one who loves, but it should imply a related truthânamely, that in true love there is no room for self. The man who loves God must die to self. True love is, of all emotions, the most unselfish, for it does not look out for self but for others. False love seeks to possess; true love seeks to be possessed. False love leads to cancerous jealousy; true love leads to a life-giving ministry.
Nature is at work.. Character and destiny are her handiwork. She gives us love and hate, jealousy and reverence. All that is ours is the power to choose which impulse we shall follow.
Our very best friends have a tincture of jealousy even in their friendship; and when they hear us praised by others, will ascribe it to sinister and interested motives if they can.
Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.
Jealousy is said to be the offspring of Love. Yet, unless the parent makes haste to strangle the child, the child will not rest till it has poisoned the parent.
In jealousy there is more self-love than love.
Nor jealousy Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.
O jealousy, Thou ugliest fiend of hell! thy deadly venom Preys on my vitals, turns the healthful hue Of my flesh check to haggard sallowness, And drinks my spirit up!
To jealousy, nothing is more frightful than laughter.
O jealousy! thou magnifier of trifles. [Ger., O der alles vergrossernden Eifersucht.]
So full of artless jealousy is guilt It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
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.
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy! It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger; But O, what damned minutes tells he o'er Who dotes, yet doubts--suspects, yet strongly loves!
Never waste jealousy on a real man: it is the imaginary man that supplants us all in the long run.
But through the heart Should Jealousy its venom once diffuse, 'Tis then delightful misery no more, But agony unmix'd, incessant gall, Corroding every thought, and blasting all Love's paradise.
My wife's jealousy is getting ridiculous. The other day she looked at my calendar and wanted to know who May was.
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
Jealousy, that dragon which slays love under the pretence of keeping it alive.