Quotes About Fragile

Crying is right at hand in the smothering dark, closed inside someone else, when you see how everything you can ever accomplish will end up as trash. Anything you're ever proud of will be thrown away. And I'm lost inside. This is as close as I've been to sleeping in almost a week.

His eyelids closed—buckled, really—the bones in his face so fragile they shattered under the weight of his very lids as he dropped to the threshold of existence. His last breath had already left him. And as he fell, life did the same.

It was a gorgeous and intricate delusion, Manhattan, and from crooked angles on overcast days you saw it disintegrate, were forced to consider this tenuous creature in its true nature.

Where their pink necks emerged from the linen, that's where you strike, the vulnerable inch.

Her smile colud've broen glass.

Her smile could've broken glass.

Every time a branch of mine got to being a decent size, that wind just came along and broke it.

Friendships, even the best of them, are frail things. One drifts apart.

She looked pale, mysterious, like a lily, drowned under water, he thought.

Sometimes, one trembling star comes in the clear sky and makes me think the world beautiful and we maggots deforming even the trees with our lusts.

light and evanescent but held together by bolts of iron

Every relationship is just so tenuous and precarious.

The wind has toppled the telescope over onto the lawn: So much for stars. Your brief shot at the universe, gone.

It's definitely broken," my mom says [...] "Maybe it's unplugged or something," [...] "Honey, it's broken," my mom says. She sounds like she's trying to break it to me gently. I can't really blame her. The other day she told me there was no more vanilla ice cream, and I burst into tears right in the middle of the kitchen. She obviously knows I'm fragile.

In the dark they are careful of each other, as if they know they are fragile, as if they know they can break.

Before that she hadn't realized how fragile happiness was, how if you were careless, you could know it over and shatter it.

Before that she hadn't realized how fragile happiness was, how if you were careless, you could knock it over and shatter it. Anything her mother wanted, she had promised. As long as she would stay. She had been so afraid.

Before that she hadn't realized how fragile happiness was, how if you were careless, you could knock it over and shatter it.

Before that she hadn't realized how fragile happiness was, how if you were careless, you could knock it over and shatter

As if memory were a bead that might spring from her fingers, clatter to the floor, roll into a crack and disappear.

Gods are fragile things they may be killed by a whiff of science or a dose of common sense.

Gods are fragile things, they may be killed by a whiff of science or a dose of common sense. They thrive on servility and shrink before independence. They feed upon worship as kings do upon flattery. That is why the cry of gods at all times is "Worship us or we perish." A dethroned monarch may retain some of his human dignity while driving a taxi for a living. But a god without his thunderbolt is a poor object.

Treaties are like roses and young girls — they last while they last.

Treaties are like roses and young girls. They last while they last.