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I am in general a very pessimistic person with an optimistic, day-to-day take on things. The bare facts of life are utterly terrifying. And yet, one can laugh. Indeed, one has to laugh precisely because of the darkness: the nervous laughter of the trenches.
—Alain de Botton
Because the rhythm of conversation makes no allowance for dead periods, because the presence of others calls for continuous responses, we are left to regret the inanity of what we say, and the missed opportunity of what we do not.
—Alain de Botton, How Proust Can Change Your Life
Our homes do not have to offer us permanent occupancy or store our clothes to merit the name. To speak of home in relation to a building is simply to recognise its harmony with our own prized internal song. Home can be an airport or a library, a garden or a motorway diner.
—Alain de Botton, The Architecture of Happiness
That everyone is as immature, hysterical, and in need of love as we are is, despite all the evidence, one of life’s continuous surprises.
—@alaindebotton via Twitter (via eleanorstrousers)
The most attractive are not those who allow us to kiss them at once (we soon feel ungrateful) or those who never allow us to kiss them (we soon forget them), but those who coyly lead us between the two extremes.
— Alain de Botton
We dislike most people too much to do them the honour of arguing with them.
Every fall into love involves the triumph of hope over self-knowledge. We fall in love hoping we won’t find in another what we know is in ourselves, all the cowardice, weakness, laziness, dishonesty, compromise, and stupidity. We throw a cordon of love around the chosen one and decide that everything within it will somehow be free of our faults. We locate inside another a perfection that eludes us within ourselves, and through our union with the beloved hope to maintain (against the evidence of all self-knowledge) a precarious faith in our species.
—Alain de Botton, On Love (via planetickets)
That everyone is as immature, hysterical, and in need of love as we are is, despite all the evidence, one of life’s continuous surprises.
—@alaindebotton via Twitter (via eleanorstrousers)
There are few occasions when one regrets not having lost one’s temper.
—Alain de Botton, via Twitter
