“I am jealous of the wind because she gets to touch you.”

Poetry was my gateway drug to you.

Please be gentle with me I am trying to forget what I can’t remember.

Let me teach you the language of love you’ve never spoken.

Love me or leave me but don’t leave me in love.

I am laden with body memories from lifetimes I don’t remember.

I’m not unreasonable I just think it’s very reasonable you would fall in love with me.

It seems to me a cruelty beauty and tragedies are lovers.

I’ve only ever wanted to be new.

She was always falling in love with the complexities of the human heart.

I know the way isn’t clear hold steady anyway.

And sometimes love looks like choosing.

Your lies were so beautiful that I miss them more than you.

Let me show you just how bad good love can be.

I fear I am and will always be the river emptying into your sea.

I was perfect until I broke.

You only knew the parts of me you accepted in yourself.

Jealousy is a miserable feeling. It means you aspire to something that you cannot have. Even in love, it is better to leave, better not to waste time.

There’s no jealousy in the grave.

I’m not envious of Leo [Messi]or Ney [Neymar]. Why would I be? If there is envy in the dressing room, you know it’s only going to affect results.

Our Constitution is the envy of the world, as it should be for it is the grand design of the finest nation on earth.

It is very seldom that a person loves anyone they cannot in some way envy.

Yet is there one more cursed than they all, That canker-worm, that monster, jealousie, Which eats the heart and feeds upon the gall, Turning all love’s delight to misery, Through fear of losing his felicity.

Women are jealous of cigars, they regard them as a strong rival.

I am Envy, I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.