Quotes About Fragile

Their whole relationship seemed to be made of air, filled with nothing.

Don't take peace for granted, he'd said to her often. It can shatter like glass.

She knew how fragile it all was: her family, her parents. One thing every child of a POW knew was how easily people could be broken.

Le parecía que la veía como una especie de jarrón que pudiera romperse y volver a pegarse como si tal cosa, pero ella sabía que si pasaba lo peor, si se hacía añicos como de cristal, algunos fragmentos se perderían para siempre.

We're all fragile, Isabelle. It's the thing that we learn in war

The mind of a fool is like a broken pot. It holds nothing.

He had been so many things. Seductive as silver and deadly as a cobra. And vulnerable like a hurt child underneath it all.

Trust is like a mirror, you can fix it if it's broken, but you can still see the crack in that mother fucker's reflection.

How quaint that life seemed now, like something you could fit inside a snow globe.

The silence, she thought, was remarkable: a perfect, shimmering thing, and fragile. Like glass, if it shattered, it would never come back together again.

Papilio stomachus: fragile creatures, vulnerable to frost and betrayal.

It (scent) was barely there at all, but in the hint of its existence it was as fragile as night blossoms—not too sweet but just enough, like the dew on a requiem bud in the palest hour of dawn.

Papilio stomachus : criaturas frágiles y vulnerables a las heladas y la traición»

Grief seemed to constitute a kind of connective membrane, not a divide, and the "fragile film of the present" felt strengthened, not threatened, by the past. Tears, it struck her—even ones that spilled out of your mouth or off a table—formed a fretwork the wingless could learn to walk over, if there had been enough of them and you tried. She wondered if Noah had

Grief seemed to constitute a kind of connective membrane, not a divide, and the 'fragile film of the present' felt strengthened, not threatened, by the past. Tears, it struck her—even ones that spilled out of your mouth or off a table—formed a fretwork the wingless could learn to walk over, if there had been enough of them and you tried.

Friendship is a vase, which, when it is flawed by heat, or violence, or accident, may as well be broken at once; it can never be trusted after.

I don't know why I ever helped you." "Because you like broken things.

The Queen gave him a look: special and secretive and shared between the two of them. You warned her about us, the look seemed to say. That we would hurt her, break her as you might break a twig between your fingers. But you, who thought you could not be touched — you are the one who has been broken.

It smells like heartbreak in here," said Jace.

It was a lesson, Magnus thought, to love while you could, love what was fragile and beautiful and imperiled. Nobody was guaranteed forever.

Magnus thought of James Herondale, burning up with too much light, too much love,too much, too much- while the boy in the portrait was as lovely as a dying poet, with the fragile beauty of a candle about to gutter out.

What they had between them was still as fragile as flickering candle flame, as delicate as eggshell - and he knew that if it shattered, if he somehow let it break and be destroyed, something inside him would shatter too, something that could never be fixed.

Their beauty had always seemed to him like the beauty of pressed flowers-lovely, but dead.

She thought of the way Jace had looked at her then, the blaze of faith in his eyes, his belief in her. He had always thought she was strong. He had showed it in everything he did, in every look and every touch. Simon had faith in her too, yet when he'd held her, it had been as if she were something fragile, something made of delicate glass. But Jace had held her with all the strength he had, never wondering if she could take it -- he'd known she was as strong as he was.