Quotes About Fragile

Bubbles rose in it like false hopes.

She brought the glass over. Bubbles rose in it like false hopes.

Life has shown me all too often it's a fragile gift. Remember, no one gets out of life alive.

There is violence in this supposedly tender heart of mine.

1850) 'From time to time, I open a newspaper. Things seem to be proceeding at a dizzy rate. We are dancing not on the edge of a volcano, but on the wooden seat of a latrine, and it seems to me more than a touch rotten. Soon society will go plummeting down and drown in nineteen centuries of shit. There'll be quite a lot of shouting.

Such a fragile way to sustain a whole life: on a web one weaves for oneself.

Life is short, Tommy. Short and dangerous. A bit like you.

The fabric looked delicate enough to shred with a good sneeze.

She seemed fragile like a moonflower – destined to bloom for a single lovely night, and then to fade and fall.

His touch warmed my whole body. I was longing to throw my arms around him and hold him close, but the magic of this moment was like a single, lovely strand of cobweb, fragile and delicate. One wrong move and it would snap beyond mending.

Three children lay on the rocks at the water's edge. A dark-haired girl, two boys, slightly older. This image is caught forever in my memory, like some fragile creature preserved in amber.

She's sensitive, too. Takes to hurt the way water takes to paper.

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Culture was felt to be a fragile achievement, which could always fall prey to the forces of disorder and disintegration.

The whole edifice of civilization turned out to be constructed from an unstable mix of quicksand and imagination.

Happiness, like life itself, was as fragile as a bird's heartbeat, as fleeting as the bluebells in the wood, but while it lasted

Happiness, like life itself, was as fragile as a bird's heartbeat, as fleeting as the bluebells in the wood, but while it lasted, Fox Corner was an Arcadian dream.

A handful of heartbeats. That was what life was. A heartbeat followed by a heartbeat. A breath followed by a breath. One moment followed by another moment and then there was a last moment. Life was a s fragile as a bird's heartbeat, fleeting as the bluebells in the wood.

Happiness, like life itself, was as fragile as a bird's heartbeat, as fleeting as the bluebells in the wood

One could lose everything in the blink of an eye, the slip of a foot. "One must avoid dark thoughts at all costs.

When a broken tank is filled with water, It certainly will leak on every side. Weak men who grow rich Seldom leave an inheritance.

It is strange how fragile this man-creature is.....in one second he's just garbage. Garbage, that's all.

What a curious creature is man; with what a variety of powers and faculties is he endued; yet how easily is he disturbed and put out of order.

Beyond age, leaf withered, man goes three footed no stronger than a child is, a dream that falters in daylight.