The problem with idealizing love is that it causes us to develop unrealistic expectations about what love actually is and what it can do for us.
Interpretation
Idealizing love leads to unrealistic expectations that can lead to disappointment.
Mark Manson emphasizes that when we put love on a pedestal, we often create false images of what love should be. This idealization can lead to disappointment when real love fails to meet those unrealistic expectations, resulting in disillusionment in our relationships.
In practice
Using this quote in a speech about healthy relationships to encourage realistic expectations.
Whereas a lot of Buddhism concerns itself with stages of enlightenment, various precepts and moral codes, and even power structures and hierarchies, Zen is just like, 'Shut up, sit down, and observe your thoughts - oh, and by the way, what you perceive as you' doesn't actually exist.' I loved the minimalist approach of it.
I think people who become compulsive about fitness or eating right, a lot of the time it's out of fear that they're going to lose control or that they're not good enough, so I think anything done out of fear or motivated by fear is often unhealthy.
Many people come to self-help material because they feel like something is wrong with them or the way they are. The problem is that anything that tells you how to improve your life is also implying that there is something inherently wrong with you the way you are.
The first and perhaps most important thing to realize about being happier in life is to stop trying to be so happy in life.
Writing/reading is like visiting another person's brain. And a short book or article is like a short stay. You come in, have a coffee, talk about the weather or sports, and then move on.
I think humility - which I think is a very good value to adopt - is basically an extension of understanding your own ignorance.
Love consists in leaving the loved one space to be themselves while providing the security within which that self may flourish.
Let your heart feel for the afflictions and distress of everyone, and let your hand give in proportion to your purse.
She was happy, and perfectly in line with the tradition of those women they used to call "ruined," "fallen," feckless, bitches in heat, ravished dolls, sweet sluts, instant princesses, hot numbers, great lays, succulent morsels, everybody's darlings . . .
Love is the only thing that increases twofold every time it is shared.
Calling it a simple schoolgirl crush was like saying a Rolls-Royce was a vehicle with four wheels, something like a hay-wagon. She did not giggle wildly and blush when she saw him, nor did she chalk his name on trees or write it on the walls of the Kissing Bridge. She simply lived with his face in her heart all the time, a kind of sweet, hurtful ache. She would have died for him.
True love stories never have endings.
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