You're jealous, " I said. His face went cold and remote, and I knew I should shut up, but my humiliation had been festering since the game, turning to anger, thick and oily in my veins. I couldn't stop myself. it was leaking out, contaminating everything, poisoning the one good thing I had left. "You're jealous because I actually go after what I want, and I get it. Erica ORourke
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
More Quotes By Erica ORourke
Justice is about making them pay for [her] pain. Revenge is making them pay for yours.
People fail each other all the time, Mo, and they forgive each other, and start again. It's a question of knowing the other person's limitations. Knowing what's fair to expect of them. Knowing what's fair for them to expect of you.
Given a choice, it seems like pity would be easier to bear than mockery, but that's not true. Mockery hardens defenses; pity slips through, finds the softest places you have, and slices to the bone. Pity will break you, every time.
You're jealous, " I said. His face went cold and remote, and I knew I should shut up, but my humiliation had been festering since the game, turning to anger, thick and oily in my veins. I couldn't stop myself. it was leaking out, contaminating...
People spot a big black lens, and they worry about what they're doing, or how their hair looks. Nobody see the person holding the camera.