Jealousy is an ugly emotion, but it tells the truth. You mostly envy those who have what you desire.

You can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars.

Insecure people only eclipse your sun because they’re jealous of your daylight and tired of their dark, starless nights.

Jealous persons are always in search of imaginary slights, which they magnify into crimes.

As iron is eaten by rust, so are the envious consumed by envy.

Even if people pretend that they’re OK with it, jealousy can eat people alive.

They hate you, but they secretly want to be you.

The envious die not once, but as oft as the envied win applause.

They are not jealous of what you have. They are jealous of what they can’t have.

Hating on my success won’t make you a winner.

Life is short. Kiss slowly, laugh insanely, love truly and forgive quickly.

Life is too short, or too long, for me to allow myself the luxury of living it so badly.

Those who clap you on the back with one hand may clench envy’s mask behind theirs with the other.