Quotes About Fragile

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Your generation is both fragile and entitled, and no one is allowed to call you on it

As though a sweater had a snag and he pulled at it, or she did, and one by one the stitches came undone until it was a pile of yarn at their feet.

Few are the memories which are more than a handful of dust, to be let run through the fingers.

It's an obscenity, the final degradation, that you have been infested by the spoor of such fragile parasites.

My rival," he whispered, his lips moving against Cathoair's own as Cathoair tried not to understand. "My sister has excellent taste. What a fragile, beautiful boy thou art.

Humans were interesting to Nova, and perhaps the most interesting things about them was their contradictions-so fragile and so tenuous.

He's a fragile, girlish sort of a boy with eyes like watchful black jewels.

Lucifer's halo filled the grim little room with light, and he seemed suddenly more beautiful than ever. Something fragile and almost mortal, unreal, outlined against the sweating stone.

From his right eye, Kit could see how the darkness within Oxford seemed fit to devour the fragile, flickering candle flame that was his life.

The Great Barrier Reef extends, discontinuously, for more than fifteen hundred miles, and in some places it is five hundred feet thick. By the scale of reefs, the pyramids at Giza are kiddie blocks. The way corals

As with any young species, this one's position is precarious.

I was struck, and not for the first time, by how much easier it is to ruin an ecosystem than to run one.

Little Alice, all hollowed out, so easy to smash into a million little pieces.

a thin white hand, a strip of poured milk in the dim light.

We seem to have more leaks in my office than an old wooden rowboat.

I realise that film industry is a brittle and fragile world, but I'm ready to face it all because I'm too much in love with this space.

I've heard, 'Temer is very fragile, poor little thing; he doesn't know how to govern.' Gibberish!

We now have this light shining in our hearts, but we ourselves are like fragile clay jars containing this great treasure. This makes it clear that our great power is from God, not from ourselves. —2 Corinthians 4:7

Like that cracked and broken pot, we humans are flawed. We have been damaged by pain, persecution, and disappointment. Yet God sees the value in each of us and continues to use us as His messengers, witnesses, and examples. The glue of His love patches our wounds so we can keep serving as His vessels, His treasures in fragile clay jars. Despite our flaws, we are worthy to share His love.

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Leadership is fragile. It is more a matter of mind and heart than resources, and it seemed that we no longer had the heart for those things that demanded discipline, commitment, and risk.

For every mortal man's power is but like a bladder full of wind, for certain. When it is blown up, the simple prick of a needle point can deflate the pompous pride of it.

We are poor plants buoyed up by the air-vessels of our own conceit: alas for us, if we get a few pinches that empty us of that windy self-subsistence.