Quotes About Fragility

We were built to fall apart and fall back together.

When the forces that hold it together go away, the body must fall.

If her rump were any stiffer, she'd break it every time she rides', I thought to Pounce. 'If she fell on the steps, they would never be able to put her together again', he replied.

Stars and blossoming fruit-trees: utter permanence and extreme fragility give an equal sense of eternity.

Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree's summit.

Blood is that fragile scarlet tree we carry within us.

A pear tree is blooming, by a collapsed house, on an old battlefield.

A storm breaks trees. It only bends grass.

We will all, someday, experience death, and become obsolete as a dead leaf falling from a tree, crushed by passersby to ashes underlying the earth.

It is much more exquisite to be blown from the tree as a flower than to be shaken down as a shriveled and bitter fruit.

Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees above a snow glaze.

I am the last leaf on the tree, and the wind is blowing.

Nothing endures. Not a tree. Not love. Not even death by violence.

If you've ever come across a tree that you've lived with for many years and then one day it's blown over, there's incredible shock and violence about that.

Let all the green leaves be mineas long as the trees define shades created by their limbsfor the soil made with victimsof atrocity's vileness to redeem the fragileness

Trust is like a vase.. once it's broken, though you can fix it, the vase will never be same again.

For I had expected always Some brightness to hold in trust, Some final innocence To save from dust

When you know that something is dying inside you, you learn not to put much trust in the random vitalities of the fleeting moment.

Some tulips last so long you could almost dust them off, and others you can't trust over night.

Trust not one night's ice.

Woman's faith and woman's trust, Write the characters in dust.

Who then to frail mortality shall trust But limns the water, or but writes in dust.

People who live in glass houses must reeeeeallly trust their neighbors.

Trust is a gossamer thread, and it takes only a breath of suspicion to break it.