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Never waste jealousy on a real man: it is the imaginary man that supplants us all in the long run.
Never waste jealousy on a real man: it is the imaginary man that supplants us all in the long run.
Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies.
Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies.
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.
But jealous souls will not be answered so;
They are not ever jealous for the cause,
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But jealous souls will not be answered so;
They are not ever jealous for the cause,
But jealous for they're jealous.
'Tis a monster
Begot upon itself, born on itself.
Love sees sharply, hatred sees even more sharp, but Jealousy sees the sharpest for it is love and hate at read more
Love sees sharply, hatred sees even more sharp, but Jealousy sees the sharpest for it is love and hate at the same time
O jealousy,
Thou ugliest fiend of hell! thy deadly venom
Preys on my vitals, turns the healthful read more
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!
Who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.
Who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.
Trifles light as air
Are to the jealous confirmations strong
As proofs of holy writ.
Trifles light as air
Are to the jealous confirmations strong
As proofs of holy writ.
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!
