Quotes About Fragility

It was still quite motionless and he felt it with his fingers; it was dead. Accustomed, no doubt, to an uneventful existence, to a humble life spent beneath its poor carapace, it had not been able to bear the dazzling splendor thrust upon it, the glittering cope in which it had been garbed, the gems with which its back had been encrusted, like a ciborium.

Andrés palpó la gasa delicadamente, llevándola hacia la ventana para mirar la luz que hería el recamado. Estuvo largo rato pensativo, examinando ese objeto vivo aún pero a punto de expirar, extendido levísimo en sus brazos, brillante en medio de todo el polvo.

Mutability of temper and inconsistency with ourselves is the greatest weakness of human nature.

We live in the flicker -- may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling! But darkness was here yesterday.

Shadow boxes become poetic theater or settings wherein are metamorphosed the elements of a childhood pastime. The fragile, shimmering globules become the shimmering but more enduring planets—a connotation of moon and tides—the association of water less subtle, as when driftwood pieces make up a proscenium to set off the dazzling white of sea foam and billowy cloud crystallized in a pipe of fancy.

The distance between knowing something to be true, and believing it, can be measured in less than the blink of an eye. One's credibility is as fragile as a powder-blue bird's egg. Once cracked, it is shattered irreparably and forevermore lies somewhere just beyond reach, one more body bag of bones on some media heap.

Perhaps the Sky-Dogs are telling us that life's too fragile these days to hold a grudge.

Juniperkit, who had barely taken a breath before he died, and Dandelionkit, who had never been strong, and who had slowly weakened until she also died two moons later.

The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure that it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.

like a delicate butterfly to us, who, carefree and exhilarated, fluttered right into the lamp of life, scorching her fine wings. uns jedoch ein zarter Schmetterling, der, sorglos beschwingt, an der Leuchte des Lebens seine feinen Flügel vor der Zeit verflattert und versengt hat

Aspettava da se stessa il sovrumano e dalla vita l'infinito. Ciò dava uno splendore di conquista ai suoi occhi, la forza al suo corpo fragile e finemente modellato, la bellezza ai suoi lineamenti rigidi. Ma ciò la rendeva vuota e fredda fino alla durezza, suscettibile fino alla punta delle dita e, come tutti gli orgogliosi, indifesa come un bambino nel profondo del suo cuore

Ci sono carezze che aggiunte sopra un carico lo fanno vacillare

My current life, I realized, was constructed around an absence; for all its richness I still felt as if the floors might give way, as if its core were only a covering of leaves, and I would slip through, falling endlessly, never to get my footing.

There was but a thread between life and death, and he had stumbled blamelessly onto the wrong side of it.

to the West the trains are falling apart like Marilyn Monroe

The gods have sent you a gift, and because you don't know what it is made of, you are going to pull it to pieces to find out. And presently you will fling it away because you cannot fit it together again

Derrière la maison, la pluie et la tempête des derniers jours ont ravagé le jasmin, ses fleurs blanches flottent éparpillées dans les flaques noires sur le toit plat du garage. Mais quelque part en moi ce jasmin continue à fleurir, aussi exubérant, aussi tendre que par le passé." (176)

Blossoming flowers look beautiful before they're cut or picked, but without soil or water they wither more quickly than grass.

Happiness, for you we walk on a knife edge. To the eyes you are a flickering light, to the feet, thin ice that cracks and so may no one touch you who loves you.

E andando nel sole che abbaglia sentire con triste meraviglia com'è tutta la vita e il suo travaglio in questo seguitare una muraglia che ha in cima cocci aguzzi di bottiglia.

Chi vuole respirare a grandi zaffate la musa del nostro tempo la precarietà può passare di qui senza affrettarsi è il colpo secco quello che fa orrore non già l'evanescenza il dolce afflato del nulla ...

I wake up afraid that she will be taken and folded up in a closet like clean linen.

He is someone who believes he can break things, or he believes that anything can hurt him.

In Afghanistan, life is so fragile; who knows what the next week will bring? That fragility really affects the way you're able to report, and the kind of stories people will tell you.