Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
AristotleRead
A tragedy is a representation of an action that is whole and complete and of a certain magnitude. A whole is what has a beginning and middle and end.
Interpretation
Aristotle defines tragedy as a narrative form that conveys a complete action with significant depth and structure.
In this quote, Aristotle articulates his understanding of tragedy not merely as a sad story but as a narrative that encompasses a complete and impactful story arc. He emphasizes that a true tragedy involves a structured progression, including a beginning, middle, and end, and conveys emotions that resonate with a certain magnitude, thereby evoking a profound response from the audience.
In practice
In a literary discussion about the elements of a tragedy in a classroom setting.
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
Those who cannot bravely face danger are the slaves of their attackers.
For often, when one is asleep, there is something in consciousness which declares that what then presents itself is but a dream.
You will never do anything in this world without courage. It is the greatest quality of the mind next to honor.
But if nothing but soul, or in soul mind, is qualified to count, it is impossible for there to be time unless there is soul, but only that of which time is an attribute, i.e. if change can exist without soul.
The whole is more than the sum of its parts.
A man can be himself only so long as he is alone; and if he does not love solitude, he will not love freedom; for it is only when he is alone that he is really free.
We had a kettle; we let it leak: Our not repairing made it worse. We haven't had any tea for a week... The bottom is out of the Universe.
A well governed appetite is the greater part of liberty.
Food, one assumes, provides nourishment; but Americans eat it fully aware that small amounts of poison have been added to improve its appearance and delay its putrefaction.
Night falls fast. Today is in the past.
I put my head out of my window and see how much the windβs knife wants to slice it off. On this unseen guillotine, Iβve placed the eyeless head of all my desires.
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