People are taken aback by a confident, pretty girl who knows what she wants in life and isn't going to let anyone get in her way. And you know what it's all about? Jealousy.

People are taken aback by a confident, pretty girl who knows what she wants in life and isn't going to let anyone get in her way. And you know what it's all about? Jealousy.

I'm the kind of person who just can't wait to get on a train and not know where I'm going. I definitely want to live life to the fullest. And that's the type of man I'm attracted to - somebody with that spontaneous spirit.

Being 5' 10, I was supposed to be too short to play college volleyball. So that gave me the hunger and the fire to say, Oh yeah? I'd just hit the crap out of the ball.

I am against changing my body to become better. I am not against implants, I have a lot of girlfriends who have them, but the implants look good on them. I am never gonna get them, once I have kids they are gonna get bigger anyway.

I got the nickname Spitfire for a reason - I burned inside to play volleyball.

I haven't been with Vin for many years - is it 2004 now?

I look for these qualities and characteristics in people. Honesty is number one, respect, and absolutely the third would have to be loyalty.

I played volleyball for the greater part of my life, since I was 11 or 12 years.

I was supposed to be too short to play college volleyball.

I would be happy not even being a supermodel. Being able to get a taste of everything that I want a taste of makes me happy.

I would play football, because I love it.

If you can remain true to the people who know you the best and not be sidetracked by the flashing lights and glimmering of the cameras, it's like, just being down-to-earth and just kind of staying real.

If you look at a magazine and something catches your eye, are you not going to open it up to see what's inside?

It would be easy to say that I want to play a role that was very much like myself, but more or less with acting, you get to be all these different things, and you aren't trying to be yourself, so it's escapism in a way.

It's not winning or losing. It's the friends and the people that you meet along the way.

Not everybody is Cindy Crawford.

People think, 'She's a model. She must have such an attitude. She must be so stuck up.' But I'm normal. I cry. I'm not rich. I drive a 1987 Chevrolet Celebrity.

I got the nickname Spitfire for a reason. I burned inside to play volleyball. I loved the competition of it.

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.