Silence is an ornament for women.
SophoclesRead
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.
More from Sophocles
All quotes βNone love the messenger who brings bad news.
SophoclesRead
All men make mistakes, but a good man yields when he knows his course is wrong, and repairs the evil. The only crime is pride.
SophoclesRead
Not even Ares battles against necessity.
SophoclesRead
You clearly hate to yield, but you will regret it when your anger has passed. Such natures are justly the hardest for themselves to bear.
SophoclesRead
There is nothing more hateful than bad advice.
SophoclesRead
Similar quotes
Itβs too bad if a heart lacks fire,_x000D_ and is deprived of the light _x000D_ of a heart ablaze._x000D_ The day on which you are_x000D_ without passionate love_x000D_ is the most wasted day of your life.
Omar KhayyamRead
I will love you forever, he thought. I am lying, he thought, and this time he was right
Orson Scott CardRead
Love sometimes wants to do us a great favor: hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.
HafezRead
Love cannot remain by itself - it has no meaning. Love has to be put into action, and that action is service. Whatever form we are, able or disabled, rich or poor, it is not how much we do, but how much love we put in the doing; a lifelong sharing of love with others.
Mother TeresaRead
As I hope_x000D_ _x000D_ For quiet days, fair issue, and long life,_x000D_ _x000D_ With such love as 'tis now, the murkiest den,_x000D_ _x000D_ The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion_x000D_ _x000D_ Our worser genius can, shall never melt_x000D_ _x000D_ Mine honour into lust, to take away_x000D_ _x000D_ The edge of that day's celebration,_x000D_ _x000D_ When I shall think or Phoebus' steeds are founder'd_x000D_ _x000D_ Or Night kept chain'd below.
William ShakespeareRead
There is no mistaking a real book when one meets it. It is like falling in love.
Christopher MorleyRead