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 cannot be healed or fixed with simple solutions or remedies.
This quote by Ovid suggests that the complexities and pains of love cannot be alleviated through superficial means or conventional remedies, such as herbs. Instead, it emphasizes that love's challenges run deeper and require more profound understanding and effort to address.
Themes
LoveHeartacheRemedyRelationshipEmotional Pain
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used in a discussion about the challenges of romantic relationships.
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