The jealous bring down the curse they fear upon their own heads.

She let the jealousy slip out of her fingertips.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Jealousy is all the fun you think they had…

Jealousy’s a weak emotion.

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

Jealousy is the tribute mediocrity pays to genius.

A show of envy is an insult to oneself.

Whoever envies another confesses his superiority.

Pity is for the living, envy is for the dead.

Trifles light as air, are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.

Envy lurks at the bottom of the human heart like a viper in its hole.

Envy is ignorance.

Jealousy injures us with the dagger of self-doubt.

Jealousy is an awkward homage which inferiority renders to merit.

As iron is eaten by rust, so are the envious consumed by envy.

Jealousy and love are sisters.

Envy is thin because it bites but never eats.

Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies.