We are slow to believe that which if believed would hurt our feelings.
OvidRead
Ah me! love can not be cured by herbs.
Interpretation
Love cannot be healed or fixed with simple solutions or remedies.
This quote by Ovid suggests that the complexities and pains of love cannot be alleviated through superficial means or conventional remedies, such as herbs. Instead, it emphasizes that love's challenges run deeper and require more profound understanding and effort to address.
In practice
This quote can be used in a discussion about the challenges of romantic relationships.
We are slow to believe that which if believed would hurt our feelings.
All things human hang by a slender thread; and that which seemed to stand strong suddenly falls and sinks in ruins.
A new idea is delicate. It can be killed by a sneer or a yawn; it can be stabbed to death by a quip and worried to death by a frown on the right man's brow.
Fas est ab hoste doceri._x000D_ One should learn even from one's enemies.
Be patient and tough; someday this pain will be useful to you.
The end doesn't justify the means.
After all, damn it, what does being in love mean if you can't trust a person.
I saw through to the last sign and symbol, but I could not read her face. I could see only the eyes shining through, huge, fleshy-like luminous beasts, as though I were swimming behind them in the electric effluvia of her incandescent vision.
I married my best friend. I was still in awe after more than four years of being around her at how smart and strong and loving and caring she was. And I really hoped that her choosing me and rejecting my advice to pursue her own career was a decision she would never regret.
True love is that which ennobles the personality, fortifies the heart, and sanctifies the existence.
Hatsumi had a pretty good idea that Nagasawa was sleeping around, but she never complained to him. She was seriously in love with him, but she never made demands. 'I don't deserve a girl like Hatsumi,' Nagasawa once said to me. I had to agree with him.
Alas, their love may be call'd appetite. No motion of the liver, but the palate
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