The air is an extremely dangerous, jealous and exacting mistress. once under the spell most lovers are faithful to the end, which is not always old age. even those masters and princes of aerial fighting, the survivors of fifty mortal duels in the high air who have come scatheless through the war and all its perils, have returned again and again to their love and perished too often in some ordinary commonplace flight undertaken for pure amusement.
It is believed by everyone that when he was in heaven he was stern, hard, resentful, jealous and cruel, but that when he came down to earth, he became the opposite... Sweet, gentle merciful, forgiving. He was a thousand billion times crueler than ever he was in the old testament... Meek and gentle? By and by we will examine that popular sarcasm by the light of the hell which he invented.
There's something unnatural about a woman finding babies or, more specifically, conversation about babies, boring. They'll think she's bitter, jealous, lonely. But she's also bored of everybody telling her how lucky she is, what with all that sleep and all that freedom and spare time, the ability to go on dates or head off to paris at a moments notice. It sounds like they're consoling her, and she resents this and feels patronized by it.
She'd always had such contempt for mundanes, the way all shadowhunters did--she'd believed that they were soft, stupid, sheeplike in their complacency. Now she wondered if all that hatred didn't just stem from the fact that she was jealous. It must be nice not worrying that every time one of your family members walked out the door, they'd never come back.
I don't think jealousy has much of a connection with real, objective conditions. like if you're fortunate you're not jealous, but if life hasn't blessed you, you are jealous. jealousy doesn't work that way. it's more like a tumor secretly growing inside us that gets bigger and bigger, beyond all reason. even if you find out it's there, there's nothing you can do to stop it.
It is the quality of patriotism to be jealous and watchful, to observe all secret machinations, and to see publick dangers at a distance. the true lover of his country is ready to communicate his fears, and to sound the alarm, whenever he perceives the approach of mischief. but he sounds no alarm, when there is no enemy; he never terrifies his countrymen till he is terrified himself. the patriotism, therefore, may be justly doubted of him, who professes to be disturbed by incredibilities.
To bring the matter to one point, is the power who is jealous of our prosperity, a proper power to govern us? Whoever says, no, to this question, is an independent, for independency means no more than this, whether we shall make our own law, or, whether the king, the greatest enemy which this continent hath, or can have, shall tell us there shall be no laws but such as i like.
He bends over to untie his shoes. so, have you been ostracized from your little crowd of devotees? no, i say automatically. then i add, maybe. but they aren’t my devotees. please. they’re like the cult of four. i can’t help but laugh. jealous? wish you had a cult of psychopaths to call your very own?