There is more self-love than love in jealousy.

Jealousy is perhaps the most involuntary of all strong emotions. It steals consciousness, it lies deeper than thought. It is always there, like a blackness in the eye, it discolours the world.

In jealousy there is more of self-love than love

Jealousy is that pain which a man feels from the apprehension that he is not equally beloved by the person whom he entirely loves.

"Il y a dans la jalousie plus d'amour-propre que d'amour.

"In jealousy, there is more self-love than love.

Jealousy is like a raging toothache. One cannot do anything when one is jealous, not even sit down. Once can only come and go. Back and forth.

jealousy knows more than truth does.

Jealousy has the amazing power to illuminate a single person in an intense beam of light, keeping the multitude of others in total darkness.

Jealousy is a strange transformer of characters.

Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.

Jealousy in romance is like salt in food. A little can enhance the savor, but too much can spoil the pleasure and, under certain circumstances, can be life-threatening

Jealousy is always a mask for fear: fear that we aren’t able to get what we want; frustration that somebody else seems to be getting what is rightfully ours even if we are too frightened to reach for it. At its root, jealousy is a stingy emotion.

Mine was the unbearable jealousy a cultured pearl must feel toward a genuine one. Or can there be such a thing in this world as a man who is jealous of the woman who loves him, precisely because of her love?

"Jealous, O’Shea?"
"Actually… I am."