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.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Passion can quickly slip to jealousy, or even hatred.
Jealousy is bred in doubts. When those doubts change into certainties, then the passion either ceases or turns absolute madness.
Jealousy... is a mental cancer.
Jealousy - that jumble of secret worship and ostensible aversion.
Jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire.
Jealousy would be far less torturous if we understood that love is a passion entirely unrelated to our merits.
Jealousy lives upon doubts. It becomes madness or ceases entirely as soon as we pass from doubt to certainty.
There is not a passion so strongly rooted in the human heart as envy.
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
Jealousy is love bed of burning snarl.