Art begins when a man, with a purpose of communicating to other people a feeling he once experienced, calls it up again within himself and expresses it by certain external signs.
Leo TolstoyRead
I think... if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.
Interpretation
Love is a diverse experience, varying from person to person.
In this quote, Leo Tolstoy suggests that love is not a singular emotion but a multifaceted experience that is unique to each individual. Just as there are countless thoughts and perspectives in the world, there are also countless expressions and interpretations of love, shaped by personal experiences and feelings.
In practice
In a wedding speech, one might say this quote to emphasize the uniqueness of each couple's love.
Art begins when a man, with a purpose of communicating to other people a feeling he once experienced, calls it up again within himself and expresses it by certain external signs.
Pierre looked into the sky, into the depths of the retreating, twinkling stars. "And all this is mine, and all this is in me, and all this is me!" thought Pierre. "And all this they've caught and put in a shed and boarded it up!
People try to do all sorts of clever and difficult things to improve life instead of doing the simplest, easiest thing-refusing to participate in activities that make life bad.
It's too easy to criticize a man when he's out of favour, and to make him shoulder the blame for everybody else's mistakes.
Music is the shorthand of emotion. Emotions, which let themselves be described in words with such difficulty, are directly conveyed to man in music, and in that is its power and significance.
A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one's neighbor β such is my idea of happiness.
What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.
Love makes you blind to your own survival. And if it doesn't then it's not love at all.
I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.
Love is the ability and willingness to allow those that you care for to be what they choose for themselves without any insistence that they satisfy you.
We're more of the love, blood, and rhetoric school. Well, we can do you blood and love without the rhetoric, and we can do you blood and rhetoric without the love, and we can do you all three concurrent or consecutive. But we can't give you love and rhetoric without the blood. Blood is compulsory. They're all blood, you see.
Maybe...you'll fall in love with me all over again."_x000D_ _x000D_ "Hell," I said, "I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?"_x000D_ _x000D_ "Yes. I want to ruin you."_x000D_ _x000D_ "Good," I said. "That's what I want too.
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