Sarah Rees Brennan Quotes

Jealousy is the fear or apprehension of superiority: envy our uneasiness under it.

She's awfully fond of Wendy,' he said to himself. He was angry with her now for not seeing why she could not have Wendy. The reason was so simple: 'I'm fond of her too. We can't both have her, lady.

If anyone conceives, that an object of his love joins itself to another with closer bonds of friendship than he himself has attained to, he will be affected with hatred towards the loved object and with envy towards his rival.

Never trust anyone who wants what you've got. Friend or no, envy is an overwhelming emotion.

A true heiress is never mean to anyone - except a girl who steals your boyfriend.

Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies.

The heart of the jealous knows the best and most satisfying love, that of the other's bed, where the rival perfects the lover's imperfections.

I used to get so jealous if my wife liked another band more than my own. Come to think of it, I still do.

Jealousy is all the fun you think they had.

I don't get jealousy, I don't get how people hate each other - I never did.

Younger guys are just too jealous.

To an extent, everyone is jealous of everyone.

Human nature is you work shoulder to shoulder in a real emotional kind of setting, and there are jealousies that come up. There's resentment, and resentment turns to just outright bad things.

It's a shame you know," he called over his shoulder. "What's a shame?" Duncan asked. "That I didn't capture her first." Duncan smiled. "Nay, Edmond, it was a blessing. God's truth, I would have taken her from you.

Now, girls, if you want to observe a young man hustle out after a pick and shovel, just tell him that your heart is in some other fellow's grave. Young men are grave-robbers by nature.

If you have a strong ego [and] something good happens to an acquaintance of yours, [it] makes you feel bad. It's called envy. ... The ego thinks something has been taken away from you because somebody else has received something good. It's a complete illusion, but that's the madness of the ego.

Jealousy's eyes are green.

As I took a step toward him your eyes met mine and I saw the silent pleading for forgiveness or acceptance. I wasn't sure which. All I knew was you were Sawyer's now. My best friend was gone. I envied him and hated him for the first time that day. He'd finaly won the one prize I thought was mine.

Jealousy is the theory that some other fellow has just as little taste.

Those who succeed can't forgive a fellow for being a failure, and those who fail can't forgive him for being a success.

Am I jealous? he thought, astonished. Jealous of the chance object to which she has attached herself? Jealous of something that does not concern me? One can be jealous of a love that has turned away, but not of that to which it has turned.

If I ever win you," he said, anger bright in his pale eyes, "it will be because you want me more. Not because he's gone. I'm nobody's second best.

Anyone who is gossiping is just insecure about that person they're gossiping about.

The more any one speaks of himself, the less he likes to hear another talked of.

The sense of inferiority inherent in the act of imitation breeds resentment. The impulse of the imitators is to overcome the model they imitate.