I went to church and couldn’t swallow it. The music was nice but I don’t belong there.
ALAIN DE BOTTONOur greatest furies spring from events which violate our sense of the ground of our existence.
More Alain de Botton Quotes
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Socrates, on being insulted in the marketplace, asked by a passerby, “Don’t you worry about being called names?” retorted, “Why? Do you think I should resent it if an ass had kicked me?
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What should worry us is not the number of people that oppose us, but how good their reasons are for doing so.
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Envy: a confused, tangled guide to one’s own ambitions.
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Memory is… similar to anticipation: an instrument of simplification and selection.
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We are all more intelligent than we are capable, and awareness of the insanity of love has never saved anyone from the disease.
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When you look at the Moon, you think, ‘I’m really small. What are my problems?’ It sets things into perspective. We should all look at the Moon a bit more often.
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As adults, we try to develop the character traits that would have rescued our parents.
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The longing for a destiny is no nowhere stronger than in our romantic life. All too often forced to share our bed with those who cannot fathom our soul, can we not be forgiven if we believe ourselves fated to stumble one day upon the man or woman of our dreams.
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For paranoia about ‘what other people think’ : remember that only some hate, a very few love – and almost all just don’t care.
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The flawless object throws into perspective the mediocrity that surrounds it. We are reminded of the way we would wish things always to be and of how incomplete our lives remain.
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Never too late to learn some embarrassingly basic, stupidly obvious things about oneself.
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It is perhaps sad books that best console us when we are sad.
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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.
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How do the stems connect to the roots?’ ‘Where is the mist coming from?’ ‘Why does one tree seem darker than another?’ These questions are implicitly asked and answered in the process of sketching.
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Bitterness: anger that forgot where it came from.
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