The knives of jealousy are honed on details.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Jealousy is the tie that binds, and binds, and binds.
Jealousy is bred in doubts. When those doubts change into certainties, then the passion either ceases or turns absolute madness.
Jealousy - that jumble of secret worship and ostensible aversion.
Jealousy is the fear of comparison.
Jealousy is love bed of burning snarl.
Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies.
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.
Jealousy lives upon doubts. It becomes madness or ceases entirely as soon as we pass from doubt to certainty.
Jealousy is the grave of affection.