O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.
Our envy of others devours us most of all.
Jealousy, an eminently credulous and suspicious passion, allows fancy the greatest possible play. But it does not bestow wit, it banishes all sense.
Jealousy is the greatest of all evils, and the one that arouses the least pity in the person who causes it.
Jealousy takes root in the soil of insecurity.
As a moth gnaws a garment, so doth envy consume a man.
Nothing brings on jealousy like laughter.
Envy is a horrible thing. It is unlike all other kinds of suffering in that there is no disguising it, no elevating it into tragedy. It is more than merely painful, it is disgusting.
Envy awakens at the sound of a distant laugh.
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.
Envy has always hidden behind moral indignation.
Jealousy is such an ugly emotion.
Envy is more irreconcilable than hatred.
Envy is the antagonist of the fortunate.
Envy is blind. -Caeca invidia est
The envious will die, but envy never. [Fr., Les envieux mourront, mais non jamais l'envie.]
Envy is a kind of praise.
Nothing can allay the rage of biting envy.
The most common disguise of Envy is in praise of what is subordinate.
Envy lurks at the bottom of the human heart like a viper in its hole.
Envy is blind, and she has no other quality than that of detracting from virtue
Envy, the attendant of the empty mind.
Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.
Envy grew like a cancer, deep and invasive.
Envy feeds on the living. It ceases when they are dead.
