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
And yet, now that years have passed, I recall it and wonder that it could distress me so much. It will be the same thing, too, with this trouble. Time will go by and I shall not mind about this either.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on how time can diminish the impact of past troubles.
In this statement, Leo Tolstoy expresses a realization that the distress caused by current troubles may fade over time, just as past troubles have lost their significance. This perspective highlights the transient nature of emotional pain and suggests that with the passage of time, what once felt overwhelming can become a distant memory, offering a sense of comfort and hope.
In practice
In a motivational speech about resilience, one might mention Tolstoy's reflection on time and troubles.
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.
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