Quotes About Fragile

I can see the beauty of glass objects fully at the moment when they slip from my hand

Beauty is a frail good.

the skin of moss / holds the footprints of / star-footed birds.

Beauty, it would seem, was both a blessing and a curse.

The glory of riches and of beauty is frail and transitory; virtue remains bright and eternal. [Lat., Divitarum et formae gloria fluxa atque fragilis; virtus clara aeternaque habetur.]

Beauty is a perilous gift.

The once-unthinkable loss of the AAA rating will constitute a further hit to already fragile business and consumer confidence.

She did not begin to tell real lies until Rosa was in hospital suffering that filthy rot that left her all eaten out inside, as light and fragile as a pine log infested with white ant

Trust is a fragile thing — difficult to build, easy to break. It cannot be bargained for. Only if it is freely given can it be expected in return.

Basketball is a great mystery. You can do everything right. You can have the perfect mix of talent and the best system of offense in the game. You can devise a foolproof defensive strategy and prepare your players for every possible eventuality. But if the players don't have a sense of oneness as a group, your efforts won't pay off. And the bond that unites a team can be so fragile, so elusive.

This is a cardboard universe, and if you lean too long or too heavily against it, you fall through.

shoulder blades like broken wings.

The idea hovered and shimmered delicately, like a soap bubble, and she dared not even look at it directly in case it burst. But she was familiar with the way of ideas, and she let it shimmer, looking away, thinking about something else.

The idea hovered and shivered delicately, like a soap bubble, and she dared not even look at it directly in case it burst. But she was familiar with the way of ideas, and she let it shimmer, looking away, thinking about something else.

The adult world, in Dave's opinion, has turned out to be a basically shifty, shitty place. It's risky and often sad and always wildly insecure . It beats him over the head, just how insecure and fragile is his place in his own lifetime. He knows, now, that nearly everything you call Yours in the world can be taken away from you by other people, assuming that they want it enough.

The word I think of is precarious. I am struck by how precarious it all is. How the things that hold us are only as strong as the faith we have in them.

why won't they leave me alone? don't they realize I have a tinder heart and a paper body and that any spark will turn me straight to ash?

I instantly feel like the world has turned to glass. Every moment is delicate. Every movement is a risk.

Corrode, v. I spent all this time building a relationship. Then one night I left the window open, and it started to rust.

don't they realize i have a tinder heart and a paper body and that any spark will turn me straight to ash?

We melt; we tear and rip apart. Membrane, baby. Cellophane. Ain't that some shit.

The high, thin nose was a little lonely, a little sad, but the bud of her lips opened and closed smoothly, like a beautiful little circle of leeches.

Big words. But how fragile is Clara's atheism! Like one of those tiny glass doves Hortense keeps in the lounge cabinet – a breath would knock it over.

a sort of child, someone to be treated with kid gloves and presented with reality by degrees.