Quotes About Fragile

Heart of Glass

Maybe that afternoon was the closest I ever felt to Bob: his eyes were as old as God, and he was fragile as a winter leaf.

He was rarely tender, and seldom reached out to anticipate another's needs, though occasionally he would exhibit a sudden concern for another outlaw, hitchhiker, or bum, and go out of his way to see them looked after. He was touching and infinitely fragile. His indescribably white hands moved constantly: putting a cigarette almost to his mouth, then tugging relentlessly at a tuft of hair at his neck, inadvertently dumping the cigarette ashes in dusty cavalcades down his jacket.

I recognized Tiger Lily instantly; I had seen her before. She stood out like a combination of a roving panther and a girl. She stalked instead of walked. Her body still held the invincibility of a child, when at her age it should have been giving way to fragile, flexible curves.

Sitting there, all delicate and dreamy, she looked as if someone had only given half a life to her.

You make yourself too hard, you make yourself brittle too. Crack once, crack all to pieces.

Could a writer understand how her book had saved someone long ago, when the world was a fragile, scary place and the people she loved weren't in it anymore? Could a writer understand that her book had mattered more than anything?

Memories are fragile things to hold, but many times, it's what we have.

All that I am hangs by a thread tonight

You think they're like your pencils? That they get worn down if you use them?" "What?" "Feelings.

Mana dz?ve ir k? š? gu?vieta, es v?l nodom?ju. Trausla. Nedroša. Pak?rta gais?.

She herself did not seem quite real. She was pale and almost transparent, the victim I used for my own enjoyment in dreams.

Porcelain thus connoted both hardness and plasticity, old-world beauty and new-world technology, fragile daintiness and insensate coolness: a mixture of antithetical symbolic meanings that are then ascribed to, indeed, become the very "stuff" of Asiatic femininity.

Sometimes I think her chest is made of ice, and she has to stay emotionally cold to hide the smell of a roting heart.

Such cold mean flowers the spring puts forth betime, Before the sun hath thoroughly heat the clime.

His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind.

The grass as bristly and stout as chives and me wondering when the ground will break and me wondering how anything fragile survives

My heart cracked like a doll-dish...

Next I dream the love is swallowing itself. Next I dream the love is made of glass," — Anne Sexton, from "The Break Away," The Complete Poems . (Mariner Books; First Mariner Books Edition (April 28, 1999) Originally published September 30th 1981.

It takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it.

You can't itch on the prosthetic, or else you will rip it, and it's really expensive.

Our house is made of glass... and our lives are made of glass; and there is nothing we can do to protect ourselves.

To me, being creative is a very fragile thing. The environment in which one can create is a very particular one, and somehow, I've always felt the need to be very protective of that.

Love is fragile -- she was thinking -- but perhaps the pieces are saved, the things that hovered on lips, that might have been said. The new love-words, the tenderness learned, and treasured up for the next lover.