Quotes About Fragile

It was like finding out the world was made of gossamer and could be so easily ripped apart. To be solely at the mercy of fate.

our most fragile artifacts support either our most important revenue-generating systems or our most critical projects. In

Alarmingly, our most fragile artifacts support either our most important revenue-generating systems or our most critical projects. In other words, the systems most prone to failure are also our most important and are at the epicenter of our most urgent changes. When these changes fail, they jeopardize our most important organizational promises, such as availability to customers, revenue goals, security of customer data, accurate financial reporting, and so forth.

I'm pretty sure we don't do any sort of analysis of capacity and demand before we accept work. Which means we're always scrambling, having to take shortcuts, which means more fragile applications in production.

As he grew weaker, he stumbled around the room, bumping into tables, tripping over chairs, knocking over chemical bottles, and making one big mess.

A woman's hopes are woven of sunbeams; a shadow annihilates them.

Life is so precious because it's short. Even the most resilient people are fragile. Life isn't about dying or not dying. It's about living well. Living so you can be proud and happy.

She tasted for the first time honey-sweet and dangerous happiness: dangerous because, as she before long began to learn, precarious.

He felt indestructible because destroyed.

They disembark like pieces of broken crockery being poured out of a packing case.

memory is fragile and the space of a single life is brief, passing so quickly that we never get a chance to see the relationship between events; we cannot gauge the consequences of our acts, and we believe in the fiction of past, present, and future, but it may also be true that everything happens simultaneously.

She felt that everything was made of glass, as fragile as a sigh

Literary characters, like my grandmother's apparitions, are fragile beings, easily frightened; they must be treated with care so they will feel comfortable in my pages

I write, she wrote, that memory is fragile and the space of a single life is brief, passing so quickly that we never get a chance to see the relationship between events; we cannot gauge the consequences of our acts, and we believe in the fiction of past, present, and future, but it may also be true that everything happens simultaneously...That's why my Grandmother Clara wrote in her notebooks, in order to see things in their true dimension

Memory is fragile and capricious; each of us remembers and forgets according to what is convenient. The past is a notebook with many leaves on which we jot down our lives with ink that changes according to our state of mind.

I write, she wrote, that memory is fragile and the space of a single life is brief, passing so quickly that we never get a chance to see the relationship between events; we cannot gauge the consequences of our acts, and we believe in the fiction of past, present, and future, but it may also be true that everything happens simultaneously—as the three Mora sisters said, who could see the spirits of all eras mingled in space.

Scrivo, lei ha scritto, che la memoria è fragile e il corso di una vita è molto breve e tutto avviene così in fretta, che non riusciamo a vedere il rapporto tra gli eventi, non possiamo misurare le conseguenze delle azioni, crediamo nella finzione del tempo, nel presente, nel passato, nel futuro, ma può anche darsi che tutto succeda simultaneamente...

I write, she wrote, that memory is fragile and the space of a single life is brief, passing so quickly that we never get a chance to see the relationship between events; we cannot gauge the consequences of our acts, and we believe in the fiction of past, present, and future, but it may also be true that everything happens simultaneously..

Here we have baby. It is composed of a bald head and a pair of lungs.

Here we have a baby. It is composed of a bald head and a pair of lungs.

The House of Lords is like a glass of champagne that has stood for 5 days.

I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.

Humour can be dissected, as a frog can, but the thing dies in the process.

Big ideas are so hard to recognize, so fragile, so easy to kill. Don't forget that, all of you who don't have them.