Even jealousy is based on fantasies: a fantasy that someone else has what belongs to you.
Interpretation
Jealousy stems from imagined scenarios where someone possesses what we think is rightfully ours.
This quote suggests that jealousy is not a reflection of reality but rather an illusion or fantasy that arises when we believe someone else has something that we should have or desire. It points to the absurdity of these comparisons, urging us to recognize that such feelings are often rooted in our own insecurities and perceptions rather than objective truths.
In practice
In a discussion about the nature of jealousy, this quote illustrates how our perceptions can distort reality.
If I do three interviews in a day, I can be exhausted, because the process of hearing everyone requires that I empty out myself. While I'm listening, my own judgments and prejudices certainly come up. But I know I won't get anything unless I get those things out of the way.
I'm interested when things are upside down - because there are so many possibilities in that one moment. There is a lot that is exposed.
Artists are the people that no matter what, pick up the pen, pick up a paintbrush. They take the time to translate what is happening to create something that resonates deeply with the rest of the people that are caught in the middle of their own reality.
I see myself first and foremost as a student of expression.
Each person has a literature inside them.
I think we can learn a lot about a person in the very moment that language fails them. In the very moment they they have to be more creative than they would have imagined in order to communicate. It's the very moment that they have to dig deeper than the surface to find words, and at the same time, it's a moment when they want to communicate very badly. They're digging deep and projecting out at the same time.
Friends are generally of the same sex, for when men and women agree, it is only in the conclusions; their reasons are always different.
I told him the truth, that I loved him and didn't regret anything about our lives together. But do we ever 'tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me God' as my father used to say, to those we love? Or even to ourselves? Don't even the best and most fortunate of lives hint at other possibilities, at a different kind of sweetness and, yes, bitterness too? Isn't this why we can't help feeling cheated, even when we know we haven't been?
So much of politics is about people's relationships with themselves. You do better if you make people feel secure in who they are.
Basically, men are afraid of women and canβt handle the fact that they came out of the same thing they spend the rest of their lives trying to get back into.
We wanted to test each other's capacity for survival: only if we had tried in vain to destroy one another would we know we were safe.
I remember being a kid and praying in the hell of my house to have somebody love me and somebody that I could love.
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