Life never presents us with anything which may not be looked upon as a fresh starting point, no less than as a termination.
Old hands soil, it seems, whatever they caress, but they too have their beauty when they are joined in prayer. Young hands were made for caresses and the sheathing of love. It is a pity to make them join too soon.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects on the beauty and impermanence of youth and love, contrasting it with the burdens of experience.
In this quote, Andre Gide explores the idea that while 'old hands' may tarnish or complicate whatever they touch due to life's experiences, they possess a unique beauty, especially when engaged in prayer. Meanwhile, 'young hands' symbolize innocence and the purity of affection, suggesting that there is value in allowing youth to embrace love and tenderness without the weight of life's hardships too early. The quote advocates for preserving the innocence of youth for as long as possible, rather than rushing them into the complexities of adult emotional experiences.
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Example use cases
This quote can be used during a discussion on the value of youthful love in a romantic setting.
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