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The most tempting kind of beauty has only a few angles from which it may be seen, and then not in all lights and at all times. It flirts dangerously with ugliness, it takes risks with itself, it does not side comfortably with mathematical rules of proportion, it draws its appeal from precisely those details that also lend themselves to ugliness. As Proust once said, classically beautiful women should be left to men without imagination.

Alain de Botton (via eurotrashgirlfriend)

If cynicism and love lie at opposite ends of a spectrum, do we not sometimes fall in love in order to escape the debilitating cynicism to which we are prone? Is there not in every coup de foudre a certain wilful exaggeration of the qualities of the beloved, an exaggeration which distracts us from our habitual pessimism and focuses our energies on someone in whom we can believe in a way we have never believed in ourselves?

Alain De Botton, Essays In Love (chap. 2)

"Such happiness was dangerous precisely because it was so lacking in self-sufficient permanence."

We are all more intelligent than we are capable, and awareness of the insanity of love has never saved anyone from the disease.

Essays in Love by Alain de Botton (via notesandmargins)

Few things are as antithetical to sex as thought.
Sex is instinctive, unreflexive and spontaneous, while thought is careful, uninvolved, and judgemental.
To Think during sex is to violate a fundamental law of intercourse…

Excerpt from Essays in Love: Chapter 5 ‘Mind and Body’ - Alain De Botton (via nellysworld)

The difference could be grouped into categories of mature and immature love. Preferable in almost every way, the philosophy of mature love is marked by an active awareness of the good and bad within each person, it is full of temperance, it resists idealization, it is free of jealousy, masochism, or obsession, it is a form of friendship with a sexual dimension, it is pleasant, peaceful, and reciprocated (and perhaps explains why most people who have known the wilder shores of desire would refuse its painlessness the title of love). Immature love on the other hand (though it has little to do with age) is a story of chaotic lurching between idealization and disappointment, an unstable state where feelings of ecstasy and beatitude combine with impressions of drowning and fatal nausea, where the sense that one has finally found the answer comes together with the feeling that one has never been so lost. The logical climax of immature (because absolute) love comes in death, symbolic or real. The climax of mature love comes in marriage, and the attempts to avoid death via routine. For immature love accepts no compromise, and once we refuse compromise, we are on the road to some kind of cataclysm.

Alain De Botton (via mehssimist)

Every fall into love involves [to adapt Oscar Wilde] the triumph of hope over self-knowledge. We fall in love hoping that we will not find in the other what we know is in ourselves – all the cowardice, weakness, laziness, dishonesty, compromise and brute stupidity. We throw a cordon of love around the chosen one, and decide that everything that lies within it will somehow be free of our faults and hence lovable. We locate inside another a perfection that eludes us within ourselves, and through union with the beloved, hope somehow to maintain [against evidence of all self-knowledge] a precarious faith in the species.

Essays in Love, Alain de Botton (via heiids)

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