Jealousy is the grave of affection.

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.

Pure love allows no room for jealousy.

Love shouldn’t be about jealousy or anything like that.

Passion can quickly slip into jealousy or even hatred.

Envy suggests inferiority.

To jealousy, nothing is more frightful than laughter.

More men die of jealousy than of cancer.

Jealousy is the fear of comparison.

You can’t be yourself within jealousy.

Envy slays itself by its own arrows.

Jealousy is love in competition.

Jealousy blurs the focus.

Jealousy is a crutch.

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