Quote by Sophia Loren

The facts of life are that a child who has seen war cannot be compared with a child who doesn't know what war is except from television.


The facts of life are that a child who has seen war cannot b

Summary

This quote highlights the profound impact of firsthand experiences on individuals, particularly children. It suggests that a child who has personally witnessed the horrors of war will have a significantly different perspective and understanding compared to a child who only learns about war through media sources. It implies that direct immersion in such experiences leaves an indelible mark on one's psyche, shaping their worldview in a way that mere second-hand information cannot replicate.

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By Sophia Loren
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