Silence is an ornament for women.
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Love is like ice in the hands of children.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Love is delicate and can be easily lost or wasted, especially in youth.
In this quote, Sophocles compares love to ice held by children, emphasizing its fragility and the inexperience with which it is often treated. Just as ice can melt or slip from small hands, love can be easily mishandled or taken for granted, particularly by those who are still learning its value and complexities.
Themes
LoveFragilityChildrenRelationshipsInexperience
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used in a speech about the importance of nurturing relationships.
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