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Jealousy: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations
Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.— BYRON — Don Juan. Canto I. St. 65.
Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.— GEORGE ELIOT — The Mill on the Floss. Bk. I. Ch. X.
Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.— GEORGE ELIOT — The Mill on the Floss. Bk. VI. Ch. X.
Then grew a wrinkle on fair Venus' brow, The amber sweet of love is turn'd to gall! Gloomy was Heaven; bright Phœbus did avow He would be coy, and would not love at all; Swearing no greater mischief could be wrought, Than love united to a jealous thought.— ROBERT GREENE — Jealousy.
An island salt and bare, The haunt of seals, and orcs, and sea-mews clang.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. XI.
XI. L. 834. The isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.— Shakespeare — Tempest. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 144.
Your isle, which stands As Neptune's park, ribbed and paled in With rocks unscalable, and roaring waters.— Shakespeare — Cymbeline. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 18.
Ay, many flowering islands lie In the waters of wide Agony.— SHELLEY — Lines written among the Enganean Hills. L. 66.
Sark, fairer than aught in the world that the lit skies cover, Laughs inly behind her cliffs, and the seafarers mark As a shrine where the sunlight serves, though the blown clouds hover, Sark.— SWINBURNE — Insularum Ocelle.
Island of bliss! amid the subject Seas, That thunder round thy rocky coasts, set up, At once the wonder, terror, and delight Of distant nations; whose remotest shore Can soon be shaken by thy naval arm; Not to be shook thyself, but all assaults Baffling, like thy hoar cliffs the loud sea-wave.— THOMSON — Seasons. Summer. L. 1,597.
J. Jealousy is said to be the offspring of Love. Yet, unless the parent makes haste to strangle the child, the child will not rest till it has poisoned the parent. J. C. and A. W. HARE-Guesses at Truth. In jealousy there is more self-love than love.— S. LA ROCHEFOUCAULD — Maxims. No.334.
O jealousy, Thou ugliest fiend of hell! thy deadly venom Preys on my vitals, turns the healthful hue Of my fresh cheek to haggard sallowness, And drinks my spirit up!— HANNAH MORE — David and Goliath. Pt. V.
No true love there can be without Its dread penalty-jealousy. OWEN MEREDITH (Lord Lytton)- Lucile. Pt. II. Canto I. St. 24. L. 8. Nor jealousy Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. V. L. 449.
S Can't I another's face commend, Or to her virtues be a friend, But instantly your forehead louers, As if her merit lessen'd yours?— EDWARD MOORE — The Farmer, the Spaniel, and the Cat. Fable 9. L. 5.
Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.— POPE — Prologue to the Satires. L. 197.
But jealous souls will not be answer'd so; They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they are jealous.— Shakespeare — Othello. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 158.
If I shall be condemn'd Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else But what your jealousies awake, I tell you, 'Tis rigour, and not law.— Shakespeare — Winter's Tale. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 112.
O, beware, my lord of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on; that cuckold lives in bliss Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger; But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!— Shakespeare — Othello. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 166.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt!— Shakespeare — Hamlet. Act IV. Sc. 5. L. 19.
Though I perchance am vicious in my guess, As, I confess, it is my nature's plague To spy into abuses, and oft my jealousy Shapes faults that are not.— Shakespeare — Othello. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 146.
Trifles light as air Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ.— Shakespeare — Othello. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 322.
Entire affection hateth nicer hands.— SPENSER — Faerie Queene. Bk. I. Canto VIII. St. 40.
But through the heart Should Jealousy its venom once diffuse, 'Tis then delightful misery no more, But agony unmixed, incessant gall, Corroding every thought, and blasting all Love's paradise.— THOMSON — The Seasons. Spring. L. 1,073.
Lès hommes sont la cause que les femmes ne s'aiment point. Men are the cause of women not loving one another.— LA BRUYÈRE
O, der alles vergrössernden Eifersucht. O jealousy! thou magnifier of trifles.— SCHILLER — Fiesco. I. 1.