He was thirty-eight, but his chronic weariness made people think at times that he was older than his brother.
Why that chronic air of suspicion, as if they were waiting to be hurt?
He was one of those chronic young men who go around whining about their sensitive feelings, when they’re well past forty.
And then Rearden thought suddenly that he could break through Philip’s chronic wretchedness for once, give him a shock of pleasure, the unexpected gratification of a hopeless desire.
In the city, she had lived in chronic tension to withstand the shock of anger, indignation, disgust, contempt.
We do not think that tragedy is our natural fate and we do not live in chronic dread of disaster.
A young man with a look of chronic hurt and impertinence together, rushed up to him, crying, "I couldn’t help it, Mr. Rearden!" and launched into a speech of explanation.
I would not surrender them to the educational systems devised to stunt a child’s brain, to convince him that reason is impotent, that existence is an irrational chaos with which he’s unable to deal, and thus reduce him to a state of chronic terror.
She glanced at Eddie; he looked like a man worn by fighting one more of the attacks of disgust which he was learning to endure as a chronic condition.
They were nervously blank; they showed nothing but the sagging weight of lethargy and the staleness of a chronic fear.
The telephone threw him back into exile: it was screaming at spaced intervals, like a nagging, chronic cry for help, the kind of cry that did not belong in his world.
There was a dim tone of panic in her voice, but it was the stale panic of chronic helplessness, not the sound of an emergency-except for an odd echo of fear in her mechanical insistence.
She could not remember by what steps, what accumulation of pain, first as small scratches of uneasiness, then as stabs of bewilderment, then as the chronic, nagging pull of fear, she had begun to doubt Jim’s position on the railroad.
Cuffy Meigs’ terror had wider roots, it embraced all of existence; he had lived in chronic terror all his life, but now he was struggling not to acknowledge what it was that he had dreaded: in the moment of his triumph, when he expected to be safe, that mysterious, occult breed-the intellectual —was refusing to fear him and defying his power.
Fear and guilt are your chronic emotions, they are real and you do deserve them, but they don’t come from the superficial reasons you invent to disguise their cause, not from your ’selfishness,’ weakness or ignorance, but from a real and basic threat to your existence: fear, because you have abandoned your weapon of survival, guilt, because you know you have done it volitionally.
…been the pleasure of knowing that she had provided him with a sensual enjoyment, that one form of his body’s satisfaction had come from her…. There is reason, she thought, why a woman would wish to cook for a man …. oh, not as a duty, not as a chronic career, only as a rare and special rite in symbol of …. but what have they made of it, the preachers of woman’s duty? …. The castrated performance of a sickening drudgery was held to be a woman’s proper virtue-while that which gave it…
And to such among you who hate the thought of human joy, who wish to see men’s life as chronic suffering and failure, who wish men to apologize for happiness-or for success, or ability, or achievement, or wealthto such among you, I am now saying: I wanted him, I had him, I was happy, I had known joy, a pure, full, guiltless joy, the joy you dread to hear confessed by any human being, the joy of which your only knowledge is in your hatred for those who are worthy of reaching it.