I married a man who was jealous about everything. If I got enthusiastic about a book, about a flower, about a place, about a human being - jealous. 'Don't do it! Stop.' It was depressing, and I couldn't take it.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I was married a few times, and one of my husbands was jealous of me writing.
I can only say that whatever my life and work have been, I'm not envious of anyone-and this is my biggest satisfaction.
I used to suffer from excessive pride. Well, I got over that one.
I have never been given to envy - save for the envy I feel toward those people who have the ability to make a marriage work and endure happily.
It is matrimonial suicide to be jealous when you have a really good reason.
With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures and some books, I live without envy.
I've never been jealous of anybody's success. I've been flummoxed by it because I don't understand it, but I'm not jealous of it.
My rule of writing is that no one can do what you can do, so jealousy or competitiveness are pointless. I am always happy when one of my sisters has a book published that I get to read.
I've never been a jealous person, and I've never felt built up by someone else's failure - that's a cheap thrill.
It's funny - my wife is more jealous of my books than of other women because I'm always working and thinking about my books.