The hood-winked husband shows his anger, and the word jealous is flung in his face. Jealous husband equals betrayed husband. And there are women who look upon jealousy as synonymous with impotence, so that the betrayed husband can only shut his eyes, powerless in the face of such accusations.
August StrindbergI love her and she loves me, and we hate each other with a wild hatred born of love.
August StrindbergSorrow has the fortunate peculiarity that it preys upon itself. It dies of starvation. Since it is essentially an interruption of habits, it can be replaced by new habits. Constituting, as it does, a void, it is soon filled up by a real horror vacuum.
August StrindbergI find my joy of living in the fierce and ruthless battles of life, and my pleasure comes from learning something.
August Strindberg