I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.
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I do think all good and evil comes from words. I have to tune myself into a good temper with something musical, and I run to a book as a child to its mother.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote emphasizes the profound impact of words on our emotions and moral compass.
Virginia Woolf reflects on the transformative power of words, suggesting that they are the foundation of our experiences of good and evil. She expresses the idea that, much like a child finding comfort in their mother, she seeks solace and harmony in literature, showing how words can nurture our spirits and shape our perceptions.
Themes
WordsGoodEvilMusicBooksComfort
In practice
Example use cases
During a speech about the importance of literature in education.
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