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His love for Tereza was beautiful, but it was also tiring: he had constantly had to hide things from her, sham, dissemble, make amends, buck her up, calm her down, give her evidence of his feelings, play the defendant to her jealousy, her suffering, and her dreams, feel guilty, make excuses and apologies. Now what was tiring had disappeared and only the beauty remained.

"Is that why you hate me?" I ask.
"Partly," She admits. "Jealousy is certainly involved. I also think you're a little hard to swallow. With your tacky romantic drama and your defender-of-the-helpless act. Only it isn't an act, which makes you more unbearable. Please feel free to take this personally."

Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often confuses one for the other, or assumes the greater the love, the greater the jealousy. In fact they are almost incompatible; both at once produce unbearable turmoil.

A show of envy is an insult to oneself.

Envy is the most stupid of vices, for there is no single advantage to be gained from it.

The jealous are troublesome to others, but a torment to themselves.

When our minds are clouded by hatred, selfishness, jealousy, and anger, we lose not only control but also our judgment.

I've spent most of my life walking under that hovering cloud, jealousy, whose acid raindrops blurred my vision and burned holes in my heart.

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

Use your head to find the one you'll want to love your whole life; afterward use your heart, mind, and conscience to keep him/her that long.

“Away, away,” says hate. “Closer, closer,” says love.

Soul mate. Two little words. One big concept. The belief that someone, somewhere is holding the key to your heart, and your dream house. All you have to do is find them. Where is this person? And if you love someone and it didn’t work out, does that mean they weren’t your soulmate? Are they just a runner up in this game show called "Happily Ever After"?

We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another.

Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.

Love is a wound, my friend, a wound that never heals.

We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone.

The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.

Love is just a system for getting someone to call you darling after sex.

The King of love my shepherd is,
Whose goodness faileth never;
I nothing lack if I am his
And he is mine for ever…

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.