What we used to say was whoever had the bow tie got to lead the band. There was never any jealousy.

What we used to say was whoever had the bow tie got to lead the band. There was never any jealousy.

You know, it's funny... when you're making money, people don't think you're playing jazz. Now when you're not making money, people think that you're a good jazz musician.

I was improvising before I was reading music. I was just trying to play things on the clarinet by ear. I think my ear is one of my greatest assets.

If I had grown up in any place but New Orleans, I don't think my career would have taken off. I wouldn't have heard the music that was around this town. There was so much going on when I was a kid.

Obviously, in dealing with a relationship, sexuality has to be involved, and jealousy and emotions like that. And I don't know, I've always been intrigued by those emotions.

Jealousy is bred in doubts. When those doubts change into certainties, then the passion either ceases or turns absolute madness.

That is ever the way. Tis all jealousy to the bride and good wishes to the corpse.

Nothing is more capable of troubling our reason, and consuming our health, than secret notions of jealousy in solitude.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Those who enjoy their own emotionally bad health and who habitually fill their own minds with the rank poisons of suspicion, jealousy and hatred, as a rule take umbrage at those who refuse to do likewise, and they find a perverted relief in trying to denigrate them.

My birth neither shook the German Empire nor caused much of an upheaval in the home. It pleased mother, caused father a certain amount of pride and my elder brother the usual fraternal jealousy of a hitherto only son.

Back then I didn't think a woman like that, or a relationship like that, could exist with complete freedom and no jealousy or possessiveness. I thought it sounded too good to be true and I was certainly convinced it wasn't the life for me!

Jealousy - that jumble of secret worship and ostensible aversion.

Serious sport has nothing to do with fair play. It is bound up with hatred, jealousy, boastfulness, disregard of all rules and sadistic pleasure in witnessing violence. In other words, it is war minus the shooting.

What we used to say was whoever had the bow tie got to lead the band. There was never any jealousy.

Jealousy is, I think, the worst of all faults because it makes a victim of both parties.

The knives of jealousy are honed on details.

There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire; it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism.

Jealousy would be far less torturous if we understood that love is a passion entirely unrelated to our merits.

Jealousy springs more from love of self than from love of another.

Jealousy is not at all low, but it catches us humbled and bowed down, at first sight.

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

Jealousy... is a mental cancer.

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

Never underestimate the power of jealousy and the power of envy to destroy. Never underestimate that.

Jealousy is both reasonable and belongs to reasonable men, while envy is base and belongs to the base, for the one makes himself get good things by jealousy, while the other does not allow his neighbour to have them through envy.

Life is one big road with lots of signs. So when you riding through the ruts, don't complicate your mind. Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy. Don't bury your thoughts, put your vision to reality. Wake Up and Live!

Jealousy, that dragon which slays love under the pretence of keeping it alive.

That is ever the way. 'Tis all jealousy to the bride and good wishes to the corpse.

Jealousy is the tribute mediocrity pays to genius.

It is remarkable that jealousy of individual property in land often goes along with very exaggerated doctrines of tribal or national property in land.

But when I would see the surrogate, my first instinct, my first reaction would be jealousy, because she was doing what I wanted to do.

What I needed most was to love and to be loved, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me; and sure enough, I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy, by suspicions and fear, by burst of anger and quarrels.

On the same line of reasoning, if Australians were to be Australians, or rather if Australians were as separate from any other nation as Australia from any other land, there would be no jealousy between them on England's account.

The thermometer of success is merely the jealousy of the malcontents.

You will not accept credit that is due to another, or harbor jealousy of an explorer who is more fortunate.

Religion can make it worse. Are you supposing that if people were encouraged to believe in a transcendent reality, and to be encouraged by grand rituals and music and preaching, to love their neighbors, then they would put jealousy and frustration aside?

Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies.

Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo.

Jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire.

Passion can quickly slip to jealousy, or even hatred.

Jealousy is the tie that binds, and binds, and binds.

Magnanimous people have no vanity, they have no jealousy, and they feed on the true and the solid wherever they find it. And, what is more, they find it everywhere.

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.

Like hatred, jealousy is forbidden by the laws of life because it is essentially destructive.

The jealousy and resentment that animate the terrorists also affect many of our former cold war allies.

Jealousy is the grave of affection.

Nature is at work. Character and destiny are her handiwork. She gives us love and hate, jealousy and reverence. All that is ours is the power to choose which impulse we shall follow.