There's no jealousy in the grave.

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Serious sport has nothing to do with fair play. It is bound up with hatred, jealousy, boastfulness, disregard of all rules and sadistic pleasure in witnessing violence. In other words, it is war minus the shooting.
Sports

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Jealousy is bred in doubts. When those doubts change into certainties, then the passion either ceases or turns absolute madness.

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To see helpless infancy stretching out her hands, and pouring out her cries in testimony of dependence, without any powers to alarm jealousy, or any guilt to alienate affection, must surely awaken tenderness in every human mind; and tenderness once excited will be hourly increased by the natural contagion of felicity, by the repercussion of communicated pleasure, by the consciousness of dignity of benefaction.

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The sure mark of one born with noble qualities is being born without envy.

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I envy people who can just look at a sunset. I wonder how you can shoot it. There is nothing more grotesque to me than a vacation.

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Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own... Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes that the greater the love, the greater the jealousy.

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I've never been jealous. Not even when my dad finished the fifth grade a year before I did.

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

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Jealousy is all the fun you think they had.

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A competent and self-confident person is incapable of jealousy in anything. Jealousy is invariably a symptom of neurotic insecurity.

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In that instant he learned what jealousy was. He wanted to know the name of every other man she had ever looked at, whether they had touched her- and most especially where to find these men so that he could kill them.

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O, beware, my lord, of jealousy! It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on.

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Discourtesy does not spring merely from one bad quality, but from several--from foolish vanity, from ignorance of what is due to others, from indolence, from stupidity, from distraction of thought, from contempt of others, from jealousy.

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There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire; it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism.

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They have moved me to jealousy with that which is not God; they have provoked me to anger with their vanities: and I will move them to jealousy with those which are not a people; I will provoke them to anger with a foolish nation.

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Potter is jealous of potter, and craftsman of craftsman; and the poor have a grudge against the poor, and the poet against the poet.

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Envy among other ingredients has a mixture of the love of justice in it. We are more angry at undeserved than at deserved good-fortune.

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He who goes unenvied shall not be admired.

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Jealousy contains more of self-love than of love.

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Jealousy is both reasonable and belongs to reasonable men, while envy is base and belongs to the base, for the one makes himself get good things by jealousy, while the other does not allow his neighbour to have them through envy.

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

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Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise. For envy is a kind of praise.

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Jealousy is the tribute mediocrity pays to genius

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

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Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies

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The thermometer of success is merely the jealousy of the malcontents.

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Helpless, unknown, and unremembered, most human beings, however sensitive, idealistic, intelligent, go through life as passengers rather than chauffeurs. Although we may pretend that it is the chauffeur who is the social inferior, most of us, like Toad of Toad Hall, would not mind a turn at the wheel ourselves.

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For jealousy arouses a husband

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Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.
Anger

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