Nostalgia is a file that removes the rough edges from the good old days.
People told me, 'You talk about Europe like it's Heaven. It's not Heaven.
Things are never as good or as bad as they seem.
This sounds so bleak when I say it, but we need some delusions to keep us going. And the people who successfully delude themselves seem happier than the people who can't.
I'm like a little Pollyanna. I look at the world with rose-colored glasses.
There is a tendency to overestimate the positive things in our lives and underestimate the possibility of negative things
I get to see life through rose-colored glasses a lot of the time.
It may well be our brains are wired up to be slightly more optimistic than they should be.
When I was younger, watching movies, it felt like everything was glossy and beautiful, and I didn't really relate to it.
The person who is "in-love" has the ilusion that his beloved is perfect.
It was easy to idealize someone you barely knew.
I'm still a bit of a romantic and an idealist and hopelessly naive.
Love makes you blind. One day you're in love, the next day you wake up and realize that not everything is perfect.
My mom was so good at hiding the bad in life that I thought all of life was good.
When he takes me in his arms, and speaks to me softly, I see the world through rose-colored glasses.
I'm not a pessimist by nature. I'm not someone who sees things in a bleak way.
Rose-colored glasses are never made in bifocals. Nobody wants to read the small print in dreams.
I am a bit of a Pollyanna - I spend most of my day happy.
Sometimes we fall in love with the idea of a person and have trouble seeing the real thing.
Sentimentality works by our seeing only what we want to see.
I'm not a Pollyanna sort of kumbaya type.
The film Punch - Drunk Love is how you see the world when you're in love. You don't see somebody's psychological baggage necessarily, you see the person walking out of the light.
I'm not Pollyanna.
Love makes you deluded.
I did read all my old diaries and was quite surprised by the overwhelming melancholic tone. I remember things being rosier than they really were.
