More men die of jealousy than of cancer.

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.

Jealousy is the grave of affection.

To jealousy, nothing is more frightful than laughter.

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.

Introverts dislike small talk, but we are fluent in the language of ideas and dreams.

Most inventors and engineers I’ve met are like me. They’re shy and they live in their heads.

You have to be alone to develop all the idiosyncrasies that make a person interesting.