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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London perpetually attracts, stimulates, gives me a play and a story and a poem, without any trouble, save that of moving my legs through the streets... To walk alone through London is the greatest rest.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote expresses how walking alone in London provides a sense of peace and inspiration.
Virginia Woolf describes walking through London as a source of inspiration and solace. The city, with its endless stories and sights, offers a unique sense of rest and stimulation, highlighting the beauty and tranquility found in solitude while exploring the urban landscape.
Themes
LondonWalkingSolitudeInspirationRest
In practice
Example use cases
During a speech about the importance of taking breaks, one can quote Virginia Woolf to emphasize the restorative power of solitude.
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