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.
Virginia WoolfRead
It was love, she thought, love that never clutch its object; but, like the love which mathematicians bear their symbols, or poets their phrases, was meant to be spread over the world and become part of human gain. The world by all means should have shared it, could Mr Bankes have said why that woman pleased him so; why the sight of her reading a fairy tale to her boy had upon him precisely the same effect as the solution of a scientific problem.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote emphasizes the idea that love should be liberating and universal, not possessive, similar to the way mathematicians and poets interact with their ideas.
Virginia Woolf explores the nature of love as something that transcends possessiveness and is meant to be shared for the greater good of humanity. She compares love to the passion mathematicians have for their symbols or poets for their words, suggesting that true love enriches the world and enhances human experience, rather than merely belonging to individuals. The quote reflects on how love can inspire profound feelings akin to solving complex problems or appreciating beauty.
Themes
LoveHumanitySharingInspirationUniversal
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used in a wedding speech to highlight the beauty and power of love.
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