Quotes About Fragility

The hearts of women are like those little pieces of furniture with secret hiding - places, full of drawers fitted into each other; you go to a lot of trouble, break your nails, and in the bottom find some withered flower, a few grains of dust - or emptiness!

It is true that I am endowed with an absurd sensitiveness, what scratches others tears me to pieces.

Les cÅ"urs des femmes sont comme ces petits meubles à secret, pleins de tiroirs emboîtés les uns dans les autres ; on se donne du mal, on se casse les ongles, et on trouve au fond quelque fleur desséchée, des brins de poussière – ou le vide !

I wouldn't mind a bit seeing all civilization crumble like a mason's scaffolding before the building was finished--

Nous sommes si infirmes, si désarmés, si ignorants, si petits, nous autres, sur ce grain de boue qui tourne délayé dans une goutte d'eau.

L'autre, très chétive, avait une tête jolie et maladive sur une poitrine de phtisique rongée par cette foi dévorante qui fait les martyrs et les illuminés.

Bir damla suya kar???p dönen bu çamur tanesinin üzerindeki biz diÄŸerleri, öylesine dermans?z, öylesine silahs?z, öylesine bilgisiz, öylesine küçüÄŸüz ki.

Comme c'est misérable et trompeur, la vie !.. Il n'y a rien qui dure.

Man is a beautiful machine that works very badly.

I am dust and my story ends here.

Old age is the new childhood.

Everything breaks if you hit it hard enough.

he reached a poor little cottage that seemed ready to fall, and only remained standing because it could not decide on which side to fall first

Yet still they flew on and on, higher and higher, till at last the mirror trembled so fearfully that it slipped from their hands and fell to the earth, shivered into hundreds of millions and billions of bits. And then it did more harm than ever. Some of these bits were not as big as a grain of sand and these flew about, all over the world, getting into people's eyes. And once in, they stuck there and distorted everything they looked at or made them see everything that was amiss.

Eines Nachts, als sie in ihrem hübschen Bettchen lag, kam durch das Fenster, in dem eine Scheibe zerbrochen war, eine häßliche Kröte hereingehüpft; sie hüpfte gerade auf den Tisch hernieder, wo Däumelieschen lag und unter dem roten Rosenblatte schlief.

Towards evening, he reached a poor little cottage that seemed ready to fall, and only remained standing because it could not decide on which side to fall first.

All around her, children and families played and laughed and reveled in the glory of this seemingly ordinary day. They did so without fear or care because they didn't get it. They all played and they all laughed and they felt so damn safe. They didn't see how fragile it all was.

It all changed in an instant. That was something I had learned the hard way. Your world doesn't come apart slowly. It doesn't gradually crumble or break into pieces. It can be destroyed in a snap of the fingers. So

These things bring you to reality as to how fragile you are; at the same moment you are doing something that nobody else is able to do. The same moment that you are seen as the best, the fastest and somebody that cannot be touched, you are enormously fragile.

I have thin skin. I'm not a tough guy.

What is success? It is a toy balloon among children armed with pins.

If I run or breathe too deep, the cheap stitches holding me together will snap, and all the stickiness inside will pour out and burn through the concrete.

Blank-slate friendships were thin and temperamental. She knew that. There was no history there to cement people together, for better or worse.

When she spoke again it was in the thin, careful and above all brave voice of someone who has pulled themselves together despite overwhelming odds but might let go again at any moment.