One of the tortures of jealousy is, that it can never turn its eyes away from the thing that pains it.
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy! It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock the meat it feeds on.
Jealousy is always born with love, but does not always die with it.[La jalousie naît toujours avec l’amour, mais elle ne meurt pas toujours avec lui.]
It is a great misfortune for a man to have a wife who loves him. She creates the scenes of jealousy, she makes him look ridiculous, she insists on having all his time and attention. Ah! non, it is not the bed of roses.
He whom the flame of jealousy encompasseth, turneth at last, like the scorpion, the poisoned sting against himself.[Wen die Flamme der Eifersucht umringt, der wendet zuletzt, gleich dem Scorpione, gegen sich selber den vergifteten Stachel.]
Cruelty has a Human Heart, and Jealousy a Human Face; terror the Human Form Divine, and Secrecy the Human Dress.
But jealous souls will not be answer’d so; they are not ever jealous for the cause, but jealous for they are jealous.
Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.
