Essays In Love — Alain de Botton

Whenever I read a book by Alain DE BOTTON, I find myself highlighting the majority of pages or curling the corners of them at least.

I think that I’ve only missed out on reading one or two of his books now.

As I was so excited about his new novel The Course of Love which was due to come out, I decided to read his first novel Essays in Love. 

Not a disappointment.

Here are my favourite moments:

What is so frightening is the extent to which we may idealize others when we have such trouble tolerating ourselves

This word of wisdom:

Authorship becomes tempting to those who can’t speak.

This worrying human trait:

Perhaps the easiest people to fall in love with are those about whom we know nothing.

The surprisingly reality of romantic situations:

Romances are never as pure as those we imagine during long train journeys, as we secretly contemplate a beautiful person who is gazing out of the window – a perfect love story interrupted only when the beloved looks back into the carriage and starts up a dull conversation about the excessive price of the on-board sandwiches with a neighbour or blows her nose aggressively into a handkerchief.

A quote I have always loved but quoted differently:

As Proust once said, classically beautiful women should be left to men without imagination.

This was a great little side note:

Medical history tells us of the case of a man living under the peculiar delusion that he was a fried egg. Quite how or when this idea had entered his head, no one knew, but he now refused to sit down anywhere for fear that he would ‘break himself’ and ‘spill the yolk’. His doctors tried sedatives and other drugs to appease his fears, but nothing seemed to work. Finally, one of them made the effort to enter the mind of the deluded patient and suggested that he should carry a piece of toast with him at all times, which he could place on any chair he wished to sit on, and thereby protect himself from breaking his yolk. From then on, the deluded man was never seen without a piece of toast handy, and was able to continue a more or less normal existence.