That was the worst period of all: it is my profession to imagine, to think in images: fifty times through the day, and immediately I woke during the night, a curtain would rise and the play would begin: always the same play, Sarah making love, Sarah with X, doing the same things that we had done together, Sarah kissing in her own particular way, arching herself in the act of sex and uttering that cry like pain, Sarah in abandonment. I would take pills at night to make me sleep quickly, but I never found any pills that would keep me asleep till daylight.
Graham GreeneMary Fisher lives in a High Tower, on the edge of the sea: she writes a great deal about the nature of love. She tells lies.
Fay WeldonTag: love hate revenge jealousy she-devil
He was jealous of her future, and she of his past.
Anaïs NinBefore Charlotte could utter a syllable, Tristan picked up her gloved hand and kissed her lightly on the
knuckles.
“Good day, Charlotte,” he said.
“Good day,” she answered. She turned to bid farewell to Lady Rosalind, but she seemed to have
disappeared.
Numbly, she descended the front steps toward a waiting Rothbury, who only had eyes for the Devines’
front door, looking quite like he wanted to murder someone.
“Perfection, dear brother,” Rosalind proclaimed, while peeking out the little window next to the door.
“Utter perfection.”
Slipping a finger inside his cravat to loosen it a bit, Tristan craned his neck from side to side, easing the
building tension. “If he kills me, I’ll see to it that you get hanged for murder as well.
My jealousy is a living thing. Shifting, changing, growing. Like my rage and my mother's regret.
Katja MillayShe has that voraciousness about children. She swoops in on them. Even I, in public was a beloved child. She'd parade me into town, smiling and teasing me, tickling me as she spoke with people on the sidewalks. When we got home, she'd trail off to her room like an unfinished sentence, and I would sit outside with my face pressed against her door, and replay the day in my head, searching for clues to what I had done to displease her.
I have one memory that catches in me like a nasty clump of blood. Marian was dead about two years, and my mother had a cluster of friends come over for afternoon drinks. For hours, the child was cooed over, smothered with red lipstick kisses, tidied up with tissues, then lipstick smacked again. I was suppose to be reading in my room, but I sat at the top of the stairs watching.
My mother finally was handed the baby, and she cuddled it ferociously. Oh, how, wonderful it is to hold a baby again! Adora jiggled it on her knee, walked it around the rooms, whispered to it, and I looked down from above like a spiteful little god, the back of my hand placed against my face, imagining how it felt to be cheek to cheek with my mother.
Tag: loneliness jealousy child mother childhood-memory baby dysfunctional-mother human-accessory
Insecure people only eclipse your sun because they’re jealous of your daylight and tired of their dark, starless nights.
Shannon L. AlderTag: revenge jealousy judgement games gossip competition insecurity rumors low-self-esteem jealous-women
At least I could tell she wouldn't try to kill me in my sleep now.
J.L. McCoyFeelings, she learned, were hard to fight. She treasured his smiles and compliments and tried not to dwell on the fact that he gave this things to his friend Kel.
His dreamy-eyed gazes, poems, and fits of passionate melancholy were for Uline. It was hard not to resent the older girl.
The words carry their own momentum. A confession in motion tends to stay in motion. Newton's first law of jealousy.
Erica JongTag: jealousy
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