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

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.

When you’re old, all you want to do is stare at the scenery. It’s so strange. I’ve never felt so peaceful before.

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

A fickle heart is the only constant in the world.

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

Doors are very powerful things. Things are different on either side of them.

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

Then there you are, then. The day Howl forgets to do that will be the day I believe he’s really in love, and not before.

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

He lied about that. He didn’t want to annoy you. He’s a slitherer-outer, if you know what I mean, Your Majesty.

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

Some people are thoroughly self-centred. This thing goes with me. I need it for moral support.

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

What a strange family you are! Is your name Lettie too?