More company increases happiness, but does not lighten or diminish misery.
Thomas TraherneRead
We love we know not what, and therefore everything allures us.
Interpretation
Love is often irrational and unattached to specific things, leading us to be drawn to many experiences and people.
This quote by Thomas Traherne suggests that our understanding of love is often limited or unclear, which in turn allows us to be captivated by various aspects of life. By acknowledging that we love without fully knowing the reasons behind our affection, we open ourselves up to a myriad of attractions and experiences, highlighting the fluid and mysterious nature of love itself.
In practice
In a wedding speech highlighting the unpredictable nature of love.
More company increases happiness, but does not lighten or diminish misery.
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He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
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