“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I was resentful to some extent, feeling we were on display in some manner. [...]

As the days passed Jane kept putting me off about doing the translation, until finally I grew resentful and despairing at her refusal to cooperate. [...]

Her husband did resent this, and he would eye her when she sat thus, but he did not say a thing. [...]

[...] When energy is withdrawn for this reason, the individual who is used to relying upon it will feel bewildered and resentful, and abandoned without knowing the reason.

[...] We are no longer tricking the ego, which it would ultimately and sometimes almost disastrously resent, but taking it into the confidence of the whole self, so that it will allow departure from the physical image, as a mother can finally be convinced that it is safe for a son or daughter to go out alone.

Ruburt, or I will say Jane now, strongly resented your mother, Joseph, on that Thanksgiving directly before the animal’s death. [...]

[...] I do not feel invaded by the selves or identities that compose me, nor do they feel invaded by me — any more than the trees, rocks, and grass would resent the mountain shape (intently) into which they have grown.

[...] We like our new neighbors a good deal and did not resent their calling, but we did dislike missing the session. [...]

[...] I saw each day bringing me closer to a total extinction that I could hardly imagine, but which I resented with growing vehemence.

[...] They even to some degree resent the comfort, but this is not your fault. [...]

He was attracted to the painting, and subconsciously he resented giving into the impulse of giving the painting to his mother. [...]

[...] He resented the girl, and while he cared for her, he did not do so kindly.

[...] One, resentment against the world in general, hence you listened to the news and picked out purposely the most blatant of your fellow mans’ transgressions, deriving from them perverse pleasure.

Your father somewhat resented your seemingly magical projections of reality into paintings, since he worked futilely in the realm of material inventions and got nowhere. [...]

I resent the designation unjustly given to me, for if I have believed in the phenomenon of sin and sought—apparently too rigidly—to avoid it, my intentions and interests always were not the avoidance of sin so much as the pursuit of eternal truths; the alliance with universal goals, the unity in spirit at least of self, whole self, and universal mind. [...]

[...] And if you resented my intrusion, I am indeed regretful.

[...] Worse, I recognized many of them in myself: resentments, fears, and anger.

[...] I do not resent this. [...]

“I resent the designation unjustly given me, for if I have believed in the phenomenon of sin and sought—apparently too rigidly—to avoid it, my intentions and interests always were not the avoidance of sin so much as the pursuit of eternal truths; the alliance with universal goals, the unity in spirit at least of self, whole self, and universal mind. [...]

“Your love for each other is large enough to withstand any natural expression of aggression or resentment on either of your parts. [...]

It wasn’t hard for me to answer, with no judgment or resentment implied. [...]