“Jealousy does not wait for reasons.”
Part I, Chapter 4, Playing the Husband
1920s, An Autobiography (1927)
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“The real reason for the disaster was, however, pride and jealousy and political ambition.”
J.E. Gordon (1913–1998) Materials scientist
Source: Structures (or, Why Things Don't Fall Down) (1978), Chapter 15, A Chapter of accidents
Context: The immediate technical cause of was the tearing of the fabric of the outer envelope; this fabric had apparently been embrittled by improper doping treatment. The real reason for the disaster was, however, pride and jealousy and political ambition.
“Jealousy is always born with love but does not always die with it.”
François de La Rochefoucauld book Reflections; or Sentences and Moral Maxims
La jalousie naît toujours avec l'amour, mais elle ne meurt pas toujours avec lui.
Maxim 361.
Reflections; or Sentences and Moral Maxims (1665–1678)
“There is no good reason. Don't waste your life waiting for good reasons… You'll wait and wait.”
Susan Minot (1956) American author and screenwriter
Source: Evening
Aphra Behn (1640–1689) British playwright, poet, translator and fiction writer
The History of Agnes de Castro, or the Force of Generous Love (1688).
Prevale (1983) Italian DJ and producer
Original: (it) L'eccessiva gelosia è l'alibi di chi non dà abbastanza valore a colui che chiama amore.
Source: prevale.net
Jimi Hendrix (1942–1970) American musician, singer and songwriter
Bold as Love
Song lyrics, Axis: Bold as Love (1967)
“No jealousy is comparable to professional jealousy.”
Frank Lloyd Wright (1867–1959) American architect (1867-1959)
A Testament (1957)
“The tree does not die. It waits.”
Hermann Hesse book Demian
Source: Demian (1919), p. 149
Context: Now everything changed. My childhood world was breaking apart around me. My parents eyed me with a certain embarrassment. My sisters had become strangers to me. A disenchantment falsified and blunted my usual feelings and joys: the garden lacked fragrance, the woods held no attraction for me, the world stood around me like a clearance sale of last year's secondhand goods, insipid, all its charm gone. Books were so much paper, music a grating noise. That is the way leaves fall around a tree in autumn, a tree unaware of the rain running down its sides, of the sun or the frost, and of life gradually retreating inward. The tree does not die. It waits.
“Death waits for no man - and if he does, he doesn't usually wait for very long.”
Markus Zusak book The Book Thief
Source: The Book Thief