Quotes About Fragile

Ladies' hearts are like china on a mantelpiece. There are so many of them, and it is so easy to break them without noticing.

Fire is a fragile lover, court her well, neglect her not; her faith is like a misty smoke, her anger is destructive hot.

Life is so fragile. You're here, then you're not, and it's final, no going back, no changing anything at all.

Be nice to Fairyland. She is old and tender of heart and when her feelings are hurt, she cries volcanoes.

Careful," Lye said. "I am fragile." "That's all right," said September suddenly, feeling the warm cinnamon courage of her bath bubble up inside her, fresh and bright. "I'm not.

Ceno's brain, soft and pink with blood - and veined with endless whorls and branches of sapphire threaded through every synapse and neuron, inextricable, snarled, intricate, terrible, fragile and new.

O if we but knew what to do When we delve or hew— Hack and rack the growing green! Since country is so tender To touch, her being só slender,

Freedom is fragile and must be protected. To sacrifice it, even as a temporary measure, is to betray it.

His discussion of "the humanity of the ancients" is illuminating (Z 441), especially when he speaks with admiration and nostalgia about the right of exile according to which everyone is guaranteed sanctuary at the hearth of every temple or private home; and the respect for wanderers, enemies, the elderly, the dead—that is, for the most fragile casualties of the human condition.

È, quella infinita tempesta, Finita in un rivo canoro. Dei fulmini fragili restano Cirri di porpora e d'oro.

Joy is a fragile, fleeting thing. Sorrow is stronger and lasts longer. It can weigh you down, paralyze you.

Watching the iris, The faint and fragile petals — How am I worthy?

Never had he been so fond of this body of his as now when his tenure of it was so precarious.

We had our arms round each other. It was like holding in my hand some rare, exhausted, nearly doomed bird which I had miraculously happened to find.

I hold beneath pale green.

Human spirit is the ability to face the uncertainty of the future with curiosity and optimism. It is the belief that problems can be solved, differences resolved. It is a type of confidence. And it is fragile. It can be blackened by fear and superstition.

Civilization is hideously fragile and there's not much between us and the horrors underneath, just about a coat of varnish.

You will never find scientists leading armies into battle. You just won't. Especially not astrophysicists - we see the biggest picture there is. We understand how small we are in the cosmos. We understand how fragile and temporary our existence is here on Earth.

It is difficult to fill a broken vessel, and impossible to fill a leaking one.

We are all a little broken, looking for something whole to hang on to. But sometimes, what seems whole is even more broken than we are.

Our lives are awkward and fragile and we have only one thing to keep us sane: pity, and the man without pity is mad.

I've been a bad, bad girl - I've been careless with a delicate man.

You know men. We have delicate egos.

The most unhappy and frail creatures are men and yet they are the proudest.