Quote by Diana Ossana

Emotional truths can sometimes be conveyed more effectively, more compellingly, through fiction.


Emotional truths can sometimes be conveyed more effectively,

Summary

This quote suggests that fiction has the power to express emotional truths in a way that surpasses other forms of communication. Rather than presenting facts or logical arguments, fiction taps into the depth of human emotions, allowing readers or viewers to connect with and understand certain truths on a deeper and more impactful level. By creating relatable characters and immersive storylines, fiction can evoke empathy, provoke introspection, and convey emotional experiences in a more compelling manner, making it a powerful medium for expressing and exploring the complexities of human emotions.

By Diana Ossana
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