Quotes About Fragile

I found a sad little fairy Beneath the shade of a paper tree. I know a sad little fairy Who was blown away by the wind one night. He

Part of me thinks it is better to go on as we have, to act as though we don't know how ill suited we have been for each other. Less painful that way. Perhaps better than this belated offering. This fragile, trembling little glimpse of how it could have been between us. All it will beget is regret, I tell myself, and what good is regret? It brings back nothing. What we have lost is irretrievable.

He had tried to smile, but it was broken.

Oh, I'm more than a useless little doll, Cajun. I'm a damaged one. And If you knew what went on inside my mind, you'd make the sign of the cross and run the other way.

shoes were so cut and slashed that they were ready to fall from her feet.

Religion is the most fragile of all freedoms. And that's because it is the most threatening to those in power.

Learn to respect this sacred moment of birth, as fragile, as fleeting, as elusive as dawn.

A romantic, I think, picks the rose and is careless with the thorn.

I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, So tremulously like a dream.

She was like a candle that just went out. All the circles that made her up suddenly got lopsided and warped.

The shadows had sharp corners all cut out of the blue autumnal air and were so fragile you were afraid to touch them for fear they'd shatter into glass powder and blow away.

Blossoms are scattered by the wind and the wind cares nothing, but the blossoms of the heart no wind can touch.

The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie On earthly bliss; it breaks at every breeze.

Excessive purity is like a glass plate. It may be highly polished and crystal bright, but it is still small, thin, fragile. One day, some slight pressure will crack it, and it will cut your fingers. And, in any event, isn't glass a compound? Can it really claim purity?

To Ryuji the smile seemed as brittle as fine glass crystal and very dangerous

Since all social orders and hierarchies are imagined, they are all fragile, and the larger the society, the more fragile it is. The crucial historical role of religion has been to give superhuman legitimacy to these fragile structures. Religions assert that our laws are not the result of human caprice, but are ordained by an absolute and supreme authority. This helps place at least some fundamental laws beyond challenge, thereby ensuring social stability.

Humans emerge from the womb like molten glass from a furnace.

What is the Absolute? Something that appears to us in fleeting experiences--say, through the gentle smile of a beautiful woman, or even through the warm caring smile of a person who may otherwise seem ugly and rude. In such miraculous but extremely fragile moments, another dimension transpires through our reality. As such, the Absolute is easily corroded; it slips all too easily through our fingers and must be handled as carefully as a butterfly.

It was not like everyone had said. Not like being needed, or needing; not desperate; it did not whisper that I'd come to harm. I didn't lose my head. No, I was not going to leap from a great height and flap my wings. It was in fact the opposite of flying: it contained the wish to be toppled, to be on the floor, the ground, anywhere I might lie down. . . . On my back, and you on me.

to be forceful was not the same as being powerful and to be gentle was not the same as being fragile...

you have not been placed on this earth to be the sole source of comfort for the black man's fragile ego. Page 221

Dalam raga ada hati, dan dalam hati ada ruang tak bernama. Di tanganmu tergenggam kunci pintunya. Ruang itu mungil, isinya lebih halus dari serat sutra. Berkata-kata dengan bahasa yang hanya dipahami oleh nurani. Begitu lemahnya ia berbisik, sampai kadang-kadang engkau tak terusik. Hanya kehadirannya yang terus terasa, dan bila ada apa-apa dengannya, duniamu runtuh bagai pelangi meluruh usai gerimis.

If I'm your vessel, handle me with care. Balance me lightly. Don't let me crack.

Another example: When you watch a young child who is playing with complete focus and yet totally carefree, it's hard not to feel a tug. Doesn't the child's innocence seem palpable at that moment? Can't you feel in yourself—or yearn to feel—the same delight in play? Doesn't the child's tiny body seem as fragile as a soap bubble and yet bursting with life itself, something immense, eternal, never to be defeated?