Jealousy lives upon doubts. It becomes madness or ceases entirely as soon as we pass from doubt to certainty.

It's amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy.

Lovers may be - and indeed generally are - enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.

What makes the pain we feel from shame and jealousy so cutting is that vanity can give us no assistance in bearing them.

Love shouldn't be about jealousy or anything like that. It should be about commitment and being able to trust that person. If you can't have that from the get-go, there's a problem.