What we want is to see the child in pursuit of knowledge, and not knowledge in pursuit of the child.
George Bernard ShawRead
The perfect love affair is one which is conducted entirely by post.
Interpretation
This quote humorously suggests that ideal love is better when it's distant and without direct contact.
George Bernard Shaw's quote reflects the idea that love can thrive in the realm of imagination and words rather than physical presence. The 'perfect love affair' conducted 'entirely by post' implies that written communication allows individuals to express their deepest feelings without the complications that often arise in face-to-face interactions, highlighting both the romantic and often idealized aspects of love that exist in separation.
In practice
This quote can be used in a speech about long-distance relationships to emphasize the beauty of written communication.
What we want is to see the child in pursuit of knowledge, and not knowledge in pursuit of the child.
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Hell is the inability to love.
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