Patch’s eyes made a slow assessment of me, sharpening to vivid black. “I’m going to have a hard time sending you off with Scott in that dress. Just a heads-up: If you come home and the dress looks even slightly tampered with, I will track Scott down, and when I find him, it won’t be pretty.
[T]hese friends were of the female persuasion, and while by and large they were bi and large, they still represented potential threats on [her] feminine radar.
I knew what it felt like to have no say in who you were as a sexual being. It didn’t just strip away your dignity. It stripped away everything you were: your identity, your self-respect, your pleasure. Because it was all about the pleasure of the other person take, take, taking whatever they wanted from you, even if it was uncomfortable, or caused you pain. Even if you died from it, the other person still wouldn’t care, because it was all about them.
If you know yourself and don’t have a belief that other people are better than you, then you simply can’t feel jealous or threatened.
We are jealous our close neighbors, but not the sun and its care. (Nous jalousons nos proches voisins, – Mais pas le soleil et ses soins.)
(The Ant / La Fourmi)
Ravings, in short, jealousy of the past, the worst kind of all.
The only people you have to look out for in life are the people that don’t care about anything or anyone. These are the people that end up teaching your children.
I’m jealous of the cherries that have been in your mouth,
Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can get.
A hopeful life is a successful life. People who bury their hopes and crave for someone’s success never know that their diamond is hidden as they envy other’s silver!