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
I think... if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.
Interpretation
Love is a diverse experience, varying from person to person.
In this quote, Leo Tolstoy suggests that love is not a singular emotion but a multifaceted experience that is unique to each individual. Just as there are countless thoughts and perspectives in the world, there are also countless expressions and interpretations of love, shaped by personal experiences and feelings.
In practice
In a wedding speech, one might say this quote to emphasize the uniqueness of each couple's 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.
Love is a fabric which never fades, no matter how often it is washed in the water of adversity and grief.
She knew that he loved her above all else, more than anything in the world, but only for his own sake.
And both of them remained floating in an empty universe where the only everyday & eternal reality was love.
My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes. They are the cradle of the morning, they are the kingdom of the stars. My songs are lost in their depths. Let me but soar in that sky, in its lonely immensity. Let me but cleave its clouds and spread wings in its sunshine.
Everyone has love, but it can only come out when he is convinced of the impossibility and the frustration of trying to love himself.
Through True Love, she merges with Him. She who does not know her Husband Lord, the Architect of karma, is deluded by falsehood she herself is false.
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