Shane looked faintly injured. “I make it my business to know everything about silver. And I saw your notes. I study up on everything when it comes to your boss, anyway.” There was a flicker of jealousy about that, but she didn’t have time, or energy, to consider it very much. Not even whether or not she liked it. Rachel Caine
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 are almost incompatible; one emotion hardly leaves room for the other.
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Robert A. Heinlein
And yes, I’ll admit, I am jealous. I’m jealous of every minute you spend with him, of every concerned expression you send his way, of every tear shed, of every glance, every touch, and every thought. I want to rip him to pieces and purge...
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Colleen Houck
The thermometer of success is merely the jealousy of the malcontents.
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Anonymous
Men are jealous of every woman, even when they don’t have the slightest interest in her themselves.
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Jan Neruda
A person shows signs of clutching on too fast, of being needy, of not hearing the word "no, " of jealousy, of guarding you and your freedom. But the signs can be so small they skitter right past you. Sometimes they dance past, looking satiny,...
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Deb Caletti
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Jealous?""Maybe.""No reason. I like my ladies with a pulse.
In this whole screwed-up town, you're the only thing that's always been right to me, " he whispered. "I love you, Claire." She saw something that might have been just a flash of panic go across his expression, but then he steadied again. "I can't...
You'd be surprised what people will do for money that they wouldn't do forlove. Myrnin.
Promise me you’ll marry me. Not now. Someday. Because I need to know.” Claire felt a flutter inside, like a bird trying to fly, and a rush of heat that made her dizzy. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>And something else, something fragile as a soap bubble, and...
I'm gonna kill him, " Eve said, or at least that was what it sounded like filtered through the pillow. Stake him right in the heart, shove garlic up his ass, and-and-" And what?" (Michael)When did you get home?" Claire demanded. Apparently just in time...
