Man is jealous because of his amour propre; woman is jealous because of her lack of it.

Man is jealous because of his amour propre; woman is jealous because of her lack of it.

Jealousy is both reasonable and belongs to reasonable men, while envy is base and belongs to the base, for the read more

Jealousy is both reasonable and belongs to reasonable men, while envy is base and belongs to the base, for the one makes himself get good things by jealousy, while the other does not allow his neighbour to have them through envy.

Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience
that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.

Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience
that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.

Jealousy is nothing more than a fear of abandonment

Jealousy is nothing more than a fear of abandonment

O jealousy! thou magnifier of trifles.
[Ger., O der alles vergrossernden Eifersucht.]

O jealousy! thou magnifier of trifles.
[Ger., O der alles vergrossernden Eifersucht.]

Jealousy is indeed a poor medium to secure love, but it is a secure medium to destroy one's self-respect. For read more

Jealousy is indeed a poor medium to secure love, but it is a secure medium to destroy one's self-respect. For jealous people, like dope-fiends, stoop to the lowest level and in the end inspire only disgust and loathing.

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock
The meat it read more

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!

He that is jealous is not in love.

He that is jealous is not in love.

Then grew a wrinkle on fair Venus' brow,
The amber sweet of love is turn'd to gall!
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Then grew a wrinkle on fair Venus' brow,
The amber sweet of love is turn'd to gall!
Gloomy was Heaven; bright Phoebus did avow
He would be coy, and would not love at all;
Swearing no greater mischief could be wrought,
Than love united to a jealous thought.