Quotes About Fragile

Para la persona encerrada en la campana de cristal, vacía y detenida como un bebé muerto, el mundo mismo es la pesadilla.

Para a pessoa dentro da redoma de vidro, vazia e imóvel como um bebê morto, o mundo inteiro é um sonho ruim.

ÎÈ™i închipuiau c? eram aÈ™a de viteaz?, lucrând atât doar ca s? ascund o inim? frânt?.

Perhaps a heart was indeed like a piece of dry birchwood, and could only take fire and burn brightly once—that any fire that came after would be only an ember, smaller and cooler.

If her rump were any stiffer, she'd break it every time she rides', I thought to Pounce. 'If she fell on the steps, they would never be able to put her together again', he replied.

Nothing has an uglier look to us than reason, when it's not on our side," Seth said. "Big ideas are so hard to recognize, so fragile, so easy to kill. People who don't have them can't possibly understand.

So missed everything in the white, blindfolded, rigid faces of those women. I felt their frailty, yes: friable, burnt aluminium. Fragile, like the mantle of a gas-lamp. But made nothing of that massive, starless, mid-fall, falling heaven of granite stopped, as if in a snapshot, by their hair.

She lives in a world of her own – a world of – little glass ornaments…

When you look at a piece of delicately spun glass you think of two things: how beautiful it is and how easily it can be broken.

It's no tragedy, Freckles. Glass breaks so easily. No matter how careful you are.

A fragile, unearthly prettiness has come out in Laura: she is like a piece of translucent glass touched by light, given a momentary radiance, not actual, not lasting.

Glass breaks so easily. No matter how careful you are.

Puddles were weak. Puddles were transparent, with all their secrets and imperfections clearly visible to observers standing above them. Puddles could be stepped on and splashed through and ruined.

A rose lay open in full bloom and, looking from my garden room, I watched the sun-baked flower fill with rain. It seemed so fragile, resting there, and such a silence filled the air, the beauty of the moment caused me pain. "What more?" I thought. "There must be more." As if in answer then, I saw one weighty drop that caused my rose to fall. It trembled, then cascaded down to earth just staining gentle brown and, since then, I've felt different. That's all.

Ocurre que el tiempo se me huye entre los dedos, no porque lo este perdiendo sino todo lo contrario, porque le pongo tantas cosas adentro que al final se me rompe como la red de Naylon cuando la sobrecargo de naranjas, y me quedo con un monton de piolincitos en la mano y docenas de planetas corriendo por el suelo.

Todo se deshace cuando lo agarrás, hasta cuando lo mirás –dijo Pola–. Sos como un ácido terrible, te tengo miedo.

My confidence was of the hothouse variety, carefully cultivated under highly regulated conditions. One wrong look, one mean comment, and my facade would wither.

My prayers have crystalized and crumbled to pieces. And flutter to the ground. In a thousand shards of memories.

Mother was,' June thought, 'a beautiful little ornament that was damaged.' Her broken edges cut her daughters in ways both emotional and physical, and only sharpened with age.

The faces you clutch at desperately slip away; it's when you're not thinking about them that their features flash past. It can happen on a street corner, at the turn of a staircase, because somebody said a word, because some image, an image has passed. Then the face is there for a split second, very fragile. One mustn't grasp at it, or it whisks away. One might as well try and catch a cloud. It was a cloud.

If you say a word, it leaps out and becomes the truth. I love you. I believe it. I believe I am loveable. How can something as fragile as a word build a whole world?

Word magic. If you say a word, it leaps out and becomes the truth. I love you. I believe it. I believe I am loveable. How can something as fragile as a word build a whole world?

New ideas, fragile as spring flowers, easily bruised by the tread of the multitude, may yet be cherished by the solitary wanderer.

Love, in all its fragile forms, is the one powerful, enduring force that brings real meaning to our everyday lives...but the love I mean is the fire that burns inside us all, the inner warmth that prevents our soul from freezing in the winters of despair.