Quotes About Fragility

her shoulder blades, and just below there.

But now, at the table, behind the fall of the tablecloth, behind the sheath of skin, hanging head downwards between cliffs of bone, was the baby, its arms all but clasped about its neck, its face aslant upon its arms, hair painted upon its skull, closed, secret eyes, a diver poised in albumen, ancient and epic, shot with delicate spasms, as old as Pharaoh in its tomb.

Pero si un día encontrara ese autor tan buscado, ese fantasma, ese genio, difícilmente éste mejoraría lo ya dicho por tantos otros acerca de las grietas que separan las expectativas de la juventud y la realidad de la madurez, lo ya dicho por tantos otros sobre la naturaleza ilusoria de nuestras elecciones, sobre la decepción que culmina la búsqueda de logros, sobre el presente como fragilidad y el futuro como dominio de la vejez y de la muerte.

Lo lógico sería que todos los que ven declinar sus vidas gritaran de espanto, no se resignaran a un futuro de mandíbula colgando y babeo irremediable, y aún menos a ese brutal despedazarse que es la muerte, porque morir es rasgarse en mil pedazos que empiezan a desperdigarse vertiginosamente para siempre, sin testigos.

The worst thing that can be said of the most powerful is that they can take your life but the same thing can be said of the most weak.

The porcelain rose is not as pretty as the one that decays.

In a complex system such as our world today, this is all it might take for the overall system to become destabilized, leading to a collapse.

we should be aware that no society is invulnerable and that every society in the history of the world has ultimately collapsed. The

we are, in fact, more susceptible than we might wish to think. At

Fundamentally we feel that we really belong to death already, and that every new day is a miracle. It

We are little flames poorly sheltered by frail walls against the storm of dissolution and madness, in which we flicker and sometimes almost go out…we creep in upon ourselves and with big eyes stare into the night…and thus we wait for morning.

How often the pillars of our wisdom have crumbled into dust!

The whole wire system of the brain could be disconnected in a spark of a second by a sometimes unsignificant detail. An unexpected incident or an innocuous phone call may provoke an ethereal distress that might plunge one's life into chaos and like a sudden twist of fate overturn everything, ransacking the assembled experiences of our history. ("Alors, tout a basculé")

Even the most powerful flames can be destroyed by water.

I really am only one infinitely small part of an aching humanity. It's a good thing most people bleed on the inside or this would be a gory, blood-smeared earth.

I used to think I was the only one who felt things, but I really am only one infinitely small part of an aching humanity.

When the bowl broke, that was my heart, laughter fell out.

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There is in youth a purity of character which, when once touched and defiled, can never be restored; a fringe more delicate than frost-work, and which, when torn and broken, can never be re-embroidered.

There are crimes that, like frost on flowers, in one single night destroy character and reputation.

Like a candle in the wind, she was, at one minute bright, even brilliant, in her thoughts; in the next moment, her intelligence flickered dimly, illuminating nothing except her own pathetic decline.

but these guys were also so pitiful—I pictured them sitting in their La-Z-Boys, working up the courage to make their obscene call, maybe jacking off after from all the excitement, if not during—I couldn't really take them seriously, or only took them seriously as specimens of the ugly fragility of masculinity.

Loud people have thin, hollow bones. They can be broken in half and discarded into a pit. They snap as easily as children do, but they will not burn as long in a fire. If a loud person tries to store his voice in a jar, he will not be able to, unless the jar is a mouth worn on the face of someone in his family, which he must prize open with his fingers while shouting deep into the hole there.

Every time Quirke saw Mal nowadays his brother-in-law seemed a little more dry and dusty, as if an essential fluid was leaking out of him, steadily, invisibly. He leaned