I don't understand women that call themselves a "bitch". It doesn't empower a woman. Rather, it reveals to everyone that you were deeply hurt at one time. Because of the pain your still carrying, you will continue to hurt anyone that reminds you of those moments when you let your guard down and were fooled. Sadly, it sends a clear message to the observant that you are still hurt. If only women would realize that "we all" have moments of stupidity then they would stop comparing themselves to the masses.
Shannon L. AlderTags: wounds self-esteem jealousy forgiveness scars competition letting-go wasting-time forgiving move-on insecurity cursing name-calling hurts competing empowering-women low-self-esteem daughters-of-god low-self-worth run-your-own-race
What? Just because I can't have you right now, doesn't mean I'm okay with him having you.
Cora CarmackTags: jealousy possessiveness losing-it garrick
It's a bad word, 'belong.' Especially when you put it with somebody you love ... You can't own a human being.
Toni MorrisonTags: love freedom jealousy ownership
Anna has a stab of jealousy - she is thrilled for them, yet can't help but envy their happiness. Don't be ungracious, she tells herself. It is not your time; it is theirs. Lou is so lovely; she deserves to be happy.
Sarah RaynerWe like to stress the commonness of heroes. Essences seem undemocratic. We feel oppressed by the call to greatness. We regard an interest in glory or perfection as a sign of mental unhealthiness, and have decided that high achievers, who are called overachievers, owe their surplus ambition to a defect in mothering (either too little or too much). We want to admire but think we have a right not to be intimidated. We dislike feeling inferior to an ideal. So away with ideals, with essences. The only ideals allowed are healthy ones -- those everyone may aspire to, or comfortably imagine oneself possessing.
Susan SontagTags: success greatness equality democracy ambition jealousy ideals heroes essence glory achievement perfection mediocrity intimidation inferiority pettiness egalitarianism overachievers
Once she was standing by her locker and her puka shells broke and scattered and she made a joke about it but he could tell she was upset. He wanted to buy her some more. He wanted to give her a million strands of little nesting polished shells, and tropical flowers and ice creams and lemonades and a pale blue surfboard to teach her to surf on and anything else she wanted. Instead he let his checkered Vans step on one of the rolling shells and crush it.
Francesca Lia BlockTags: jealousy envy jealous envious
She had signed her own death-warrant. He kept telling himself over and over that he was not to blame, she had brought it on herself. He had never seen the man. He knew there was one. He had known for six weeks now. Little things had told him. One day he came home and there was a cigar-butt in an ashtray, still moist at one end, still warm at the other. There were gasoline-drippings on the asphalt in front of their house, and they didn't own a car. And it wouldn't be a delivery-vehicle, because the drippings showed it had stood there a long time, an hour or more. And once he had actually glimpsed it, just rounding the far corner as he got off the bus two blocks down the other way. A second-hand Ford. She was often very flustered when he came home, hardly seemed to know what she was doing or saying at all.
He pretended not to see any of these things; he was that type of man, Stapp, he didn't bring his hates or grudges out into the open where they had a chance to heal. He nursed them in the darkness of his mind. That's a dangerous kind of a man.
If he had been honest with himself, he would have had to admit that this mysterious afternoon caller was just the excuse he gave himself, that he'd daydreamed of getting rid of her long before there was any reason to, that there had been something in him for years past now urging Kill, kill, kill. Maybe ever since that time he'd been treated at the hospital for a concussion.
("Three O'Clock")
Tags: murder jealousy crime affair homicide concussion cuckold
This was one of those mid-thirties moments when you take a look at the stale, half-chewed bagel your life has become and kiss jealousy on its smokey mouth.
Steve AlmondTags: jealousy
Mother Florence had once told her that jealousy was the worst of all faults because it prevented a person from being who they were born to be.
Christopher PikeTags: jealousy spirituality
Jealousy is an ugly emotion that makes people do some seriously whacked shit and when a woman is experiencing it, it's worse.
Kristen AshleyTags: jealousy tack kane-allen
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