Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
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.
Jealousy is bred in doubts. When those doubts change into certainties, then the passion either ceases or turns absolute madness.
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
There is never jealousy where there is not strong regard.
Jealousy is the worst trait in any person.
Jealousy is just love and hate at the same time.
Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies.
Jealousy is the tie that binds, and binds, and binds.
Jealousy is the grave of affection.