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
It's hard to love a woman and do anything.
Interpretation
Balancing love with other responsibilities can be challenging.
This quote by Leo Tolstoy suggests that intense love can consume one's time and energy, making it difficult to focus on other aspects of life. It reflects the complexities of romantic relationships where deep feelings can overshadow practical commitments, creating a struggle between emotional fulfillment and everyday responsibilities.
In practice
During a speech about the challenges of maintaining work-life balance while in 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.
Out of five hundred who speak glibly of love, not one can spell the first letter of his name.
Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you.
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
Every act of love is a work of peace no matter how small.
here was a silence between them for a moment, and she wondered if all women, when in love, were torn between two impulses, a longing to throw modesty and reserve to the winds and confess everything, and an equal determination to conceal the love forever, to be cool, aloof, utterly detached, to die rather than admit a thing so personal, so intimate.
Perfume heralds a womanβs arrival and prolongs her departure.
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