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.
Every story is a story about death. But perhaps, if we are lucky, our story about death is also a story about love.
He had no memory of ever being hugged like this, as though by a mother. The full weight of everything he had seen that night seemed to fall in upon him as Mrs. Weasley held him to her. His mother's face, his father's voice, the sight of Cedric, dead on the ground all started spinning in his head until he could hardly bear it, until he was screwing up his face against the howl of misery fighting to get out of him.
We become like that which we love. If we love what is base, we become base; but if we love what is noble, we become noble.
Having achieved and accomplished love... man... has become himself, his tale is told.
I care about me now. When I didn't care about me, I was, like, 'Why is this going wrong? Why is my life so bad?' But when you don't care about yourself, nobody else is going to care about you. So I learned to love myself, even if nobody else does.
Love is like a flower - you have to let it grow.
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