The surest route to breeding jealousy is to compare. Since jealousy comes from feeling less than another, comparisons only fan the fires. less than 1 minute read
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. less than 1 minute read
Love shouldn’t be about jealousy or anything like that. It should be about commitment and being able to trust that person. If you can’t have that from the get-go, there’s a problem. less than 1 minute read
What makes the pain we feel from shame and jealousy so cutting is that vanity can give us no assistance in bearing them. less than 1 minute read
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. less than 1 minute read
Jealousy lives upon doubts. It becomes madness or ceases entirely as soon as we pass from doubt to certainty. less than 1 minute read
I don’t think that you can fake warmth. You can fake lust, jealousy, anger those are all quite easy. But actual, genuine warmth? I don’t think you can fake it. less than 1 minute read
It’s art that pushes against psychological and social expectations, that tries to transform decay into something generative, that is replicative in a baroque way, that isn’t about progress, and wants to - as Walt Whitman put it - ‘contain multitudes.’ less than 1 minute read
