Jealousy is the tribute mediocrity pays to genius.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
Jealousy is just love and hate at the same time.
Jealousy would be far less torturous if we understood that love is a passion entirely unrelated to our merits.
Jealousy is bred in doubts. When those doubts change into certainties, then the passion either ceases or turns absolute madness.
Jealousy is the fear or apprehension of superiority: envy our uneasiness under it.
Jealousy lives upon doubts. It becomes madness or ceases entirely as soon as we pass from doubt to certainty.
Jealousy is the tie that binds, and binds, and binds.
Jealousy... is a mental cancer.
Jealousy is the grave of affection.
Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies.