Quotes About Fragility

Es un gran paso, un paso irreparable, cuando desvelamos de golpe ante un tercero los repliegues ocultos de una relación íntima; la luz que penetra en el santuario constata y culmina las destrucciones que la oscuridad escondía entre sus sombras: del mismo modo que los cuerpos encerrados en sus tumbas conservan a menudo su forma original hasta que el aire exterior los golpea y los reduce a polvo.

Thus it is that bodies shut in tombs often preserve their original shape until the outside air reaches them and reduces them to dust.

Glass, china, and reputation are easily cracked, and never mended well.

Glass, China, and Reputation, are easily cracked, and never well mended.

A music serves truth up to you in a really interesting way that allows you to luxuriate in its beauty and, at the same time, to hopefully see yourself in its fragility.

Even the most achieved life ends up in the hospital with your body and brain falling into pieces.

People who live in a glass house have to answer the door.

People who live in glass houses... have to answer the door.

There's something about dinosaurs that should be very humbling to human beings.

I felt something loosen in me, that shouldn't have loosened. A stitch come undone.

I don't feel like a person at all: I am something to be loaded and unloaded, like a sofa or a cuckoo clock. I am something to be tossed into a junkyard, thrown into the river, if necessary. I don't feel real anymore. I feel like I could disappear.

it's easy to like pregnant women—they're like ducklings or bunnies or dogs.

I am something to be tossed into a junkyard, thrown into the river, if necessary. I don't feel real anymore. I feel like I could disappear.

Di solito non ho la sensazione di esistere. Ho l'impressione che una folata di vento possa spazzarmi via, facendomi scomparire per sempre, senza lasciare di me neppure un frammento di unghia. In certi giorni il pensiero mi pare rassicurante, in certi altri mi raggela. La sensazione di inconsistenza deriva, suppongo, dal fatto che so così poco del mio passato, o se non altro questa è la conclusione a cui arrivati gli strizzacervelli all'ospedale.

IT WAS MISERABLE, wet-bone March and I was lying in bed thinking about killing myself, a hobby of mine.

Sinto como se uma rajada de vento quente pudesse soprar em minha direção e me fazer desaparecer para sempre, nenhuma ponta de unha deixada para trás. Alguns dias acho essa ideia reconfortante; em outros, ela me dá arrepios.

I feel like a warm gust of wind could exhale my way and I'd be disappeared forever, not even a sliver of fingernail left behind. On some days, I find this thought calming; on others it chills me.

Estoy aquí.» No suelo sentir que lo esté; me siento como si una ráfaga cálida de viento fuese a soplar en mi dirección y a hacerme desaparecer para siempre, sin dejar siquiera un cachito de uña.

I don't feel like a person at all: I am something to be loaded and unloaded, like a sofa or a cuckoo clock. I am something to be tossed into a junkyard, thrown into the river, if necessary. I don't feel real anymore. I feel like I could disappear.

My penis lay pathetically along my left thigh, like some small animal washed ashore.

Susan Burke was silent for a few beats. Then: "My life is falling apart," she murmured. She was extremely pretty but so wary and nervous you didn't realize she was pretty until you looked hard at her.

Flash of Marian, now bones in a coffin, a white satin ribbon wrapped around dried blonde curls, like some bouquet gone stale.

Really, dude? How do you get through life without breaking something? Your mom wrap you in bubble wrap?

He was like a child with haemophilia: every contact drew blood.