We are slow to believe that which if believed would hurt our feelings.
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Ah me! Love can not be cured by herbs.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Love is an emotion that cannot be healed or fixed with physical remedies.
In this quote, Ovid expresses the idea that love is a profound and sometimes painful experience that cannot be alleviated by mere physical means such as herbs or medicine. It reflects the notion that emotional afflictions, particularly those related to love, require deeper understanding and healing than what can be provided by external substances.
Themes
LoveEmotionHealingPainRemedy
In practice
Example use cases
This quote could be used in a Valentine's Day speech to highlight the depth of love's intensity.
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