There is absolutely no such thing as reading but by a candle. We have tried the affectation of a book at noon-day in gardens, and in sultry arbours, but it was labor thrown away. Those gay motes in the beam come about you, hovering and teasing, like so many coquets, that will have you all to their self, and are jealous of your abstractions. By the midnight taper, the writers digests his meditations. By the same light we must approach to their perusal, if we would catch the flame, the odour.
Modern romans insisted that there was only one god, a notion that struck alobar as comically simplistic. Worse, this semitic deity was reputed to be jealous (what was there to be jealous of if there were no other gods?), vindictive, and altogether foul-tempered. If you didn't serve the nasty fellow, the romans would burn your house down. If you did serve him, you were called a christian and got to burn other people's houses down.
Monotheistic religions alone furnish the spectacle of religious wars, religious persecutions, heretical tribunals, that breaking of idols and destruction of images of the gods, that razing of indian temples and egyptian colossi, which had looked on the sun 3,000 years: just because a jealous god had said, thou shalt make no graven image.
Often a man wishes to be alone and a girl wishes to be alone too and if they love each other they are jealous of that in each other, but i can truly say we never felt that. we could feel alone when we were together, alone against the others. but we were never lonely and never afraid when we were together.
Romeo to balthasar but if thou, jealous, dost return to pry in what i further shall intend to do, by heaven, i will tear thee joint by joint and strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs: the time and my intents are savage-wild, more fierce and more inexorable far than empty tigers or the roaring sea.
Strangers are welcome because there is room enough for them all, and therefore the old inhabitants are not jealous of them; the laws protect them sufficiently so that they have no need of the patronage of great men; and every one will enjoy securely the profits of his industry. But if he does not bring a fortune with him, he must work and be industrious to live.
His skin was a pretty colour, it made me jealous. jacob noticed my scrutiny. what?" he asked, suddenly self-conscious. "nothing. i just hadn't realised before. did you know, you're sort of beautiful?" once the words slipped out, i worried that he might take my implusive observation the wrong way. but jacob rolled his eyes. "you hit your head pretty hard, didn't you?" "i'm serious." well, then, thanks. sort of." i grinned. "you're sort of welcome.