People can do all kinds of things that maybe aren't wise in hindsight because of jealousy.

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.

Jealousy is not at all low but it catches us humbled and bowed down at first sight.

That is ever the way. 'Tis all jealousy to the bride and good wishes to the corpse.

Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent.

The surest route to breeding jealousy is to compare. Since jealousy comes from feeling less than another comparisons only fan the fires.

There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire it is hardly a passion but a blight bred in the cloudy damp despondency of uneasy egoism.

Love shouldn't be about jealousy or anything like that. It should be about commitment and being able to trust that person. If you can't have that from the get-go there's a problem.

What makes the pain we feel from shame and jealousy so cutting is that vanity can give us no assistance in bearing them.

Lovers may be - and indeed generally are - enemies but they never can be friends because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.