What I hate is myself—when I think that one has to take so much, to be happy, out of the lives of others, and that one isn’t happy even then. One does it to cheat one’s self and to stop one’s mouth—but that’s only at the best for a little.
 Henry James, The Ambassadors (1903). copy citation

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Author Henry James
Source The Ambassadors
Topic hate cheating
Date 1903
Language English
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“It gives me a kind of detestation—” She pulled up short. Oh but he wanted to hear. “Detestation of what?” “Of everything—of life.” “Ah that’s too much,” he laughed—“or too little!” “Too little, precisely”—she was eager. “What I hate is myself—when I think that one has to take so much, to be happy, out of the lives of others, and that one isn’t happy even then. One does it to cheat one’s self and to stop one’s mouth—but that’s only at the best for a little. The wretched self is always there, always making one somehow a fresh anxiety. What it comes to is that it’s not, that it’s never, a happiness, any happiness at all, to take. The only safe thing is to give.” source