Everything can look good in theory and in practice it all falls apart.
We are all inclined to judge ourselves by our ideals; others by their acts.
We are not expecting Utopia here on this earth. But God meant things to be much easier than we have made them.
The 'what should be' never did exist, but people keep trying to live up to it. There is no 'what should be,' there is only what is.
Women hang onto the romanticism of a relationship. But a man compartmentalises it into the past and then gets on with his new life.
I prefer someone who is not overly good-looking. If he's too good-looking, I would feel that he doesn't belong to me.
The disappointed one speaks. I searched for great human beings; I always found only the apes of their ideals.
Why does it have to be so hard? Why can't it be a happily-ever-after ride-into-the-sunset feeling all the time?
We're all slight hypocrites who fall short of our ideals.
Stupid dreams. Even the good ones are bad, because they remind you how poorly reality measures up.
Sometimes I wonder if there's something wrong with me. Perhaps I've spent too long in the company of my literary romantic heroes, and consequently my ideals and expectations are far too high.
It is always some illusion that creates disillusion, especially in the young, for whom the only alternative to perfection is cynicism.
The world is always childish, and with each new gewgaw of a revolution or new constitution that it finds, thinks it shall never cry any more.
Like most young people, these two attributed to the world their own intelligence and virtues. Youth who knows no failure has no mercy on the faults of other people; but it has also a sublime faith in them.
Perhaps even more than elsewhere current notions of what is desirable and practicable are here still of a kind which may well produce the opposite of what they promise.
When you are young, you enjoy a sustained illusion that sooner or later something marvelous is going to happen, that you are going to transcend your parents' limitations.
