Edmund Spenser Quotes

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.

But jealous souls will not be answered so, They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they're jealous. 'Tis a monster Begot upon itself, born on itself.

Mine is a jealous heart, imagines things that never are.

Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies.

Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.

Jealousy... is a mental cancer.

Jealousy is the grave of affection.

More men die of jealousy than of cancer.

Beyond love, beyond unrequited love, perhaps even beyond any other passion known to humanity, deep, deep in the depths of the turgid, clinging, swamplike pit of despair that lies dormant within every soul, lurks JEALOUSY. Jealousy, that most demeaning and debilitating of emotions. Jealousy, which can double the strength of the love upon which it is based, but whilst doubling it, warp and pervert it, untill it is no longer recognizable as the thing of beauty it once was. Jealous love is no more like true love than Mr Hyde was like Dr Jekyll or a stagnant swamp is like a freshwater lake.

Jealousy is the fear of losing the thing you love most. It's very normal. Suspicion is the thing that's abnormal.

Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, Thou tyrant of the mind!

Jealousy, an eminently credulous and suspicious passion, allows fancy the greatest possible play. But it does not bestow wit, it banishes all sense.

O jealousy! thou magnifier of trifles.

The jealous are troublesome to others, but a torment to themselves.

The knives of jealousy are honed on details.

Jealousy is, I think, the worst of all faults because it makes a victim of both parties.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

In my experience lust only ever leads to misery. All that suspicion and jealousy and anguish it unleashes. I don't want those things in my life.

I don't get jealous - I get suspicious.

The jealous are possessed by a mad devil and a dull spirit at the same time.

Jealousy, that dragon which slays love under the pretence of keeping it alive.

Jealousy is such an ugly emotion.

So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

The jealous man's disease is of so malignant a nature, that it converts all it takes into its own nourishment.

Foul jealousy! that turnest love divine to joyless dread, and makest the loving heart with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine.