What a huge inaccessible lumber-room of thought and experience we amounted to, I thought; how much we are, how little we transmit.
by H. G. Wells
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In "The Passionate Friends," H. G. Wells reflects on the vast depth of human thought and experience. He perceives individuals as complex reservoirs filled with unexpressed ideas and feelings, likening them to a lumber-room that is difficult to access. This metaphor highlights the richness of our inner lives, filled with thoughts that often remain unshared.

The quote suggests that while we possess a great deal of internal knowledge and experience, we struggle to communicate this richness to others. It raises questions about the limitations of language and the barriers that prevent genuine connection and understanding among people.

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