Quotes About Fragility

Trust is like a block of ice, once it melts into the ground, you can never get it back.

We're so old that the winds of age echo along our ribs and pick at our eye sockets. We could be gone tomorrow. A chill, say, or a little slip on the cliff side. I feel as fragile as a dried flower. I rattle a little in the moving air, but I'm only coherent dust-a shape of what once was. My essence is going.

Reality is as thin as paper, girl, and as easily torn.

Looking up into the trees, I noticed that one still had a few dark leaves clinging to the upper branches. Under my gaze, the leaves became a semé of birds, scattering upward and away in a salutary swoop, leaving only a plastic bag, caught and hanging listlessly in the bare limbs.

Mr. Marbleton tilted his head. "Do you really think of happiness as such a fragile entity?" "Mine is," she answered, still smiling. "I don't know that I've ever been properly happy. I simply careen between moments of intense buoyancy and moments of intense misery. Only my anxiety is constant: When I hope, I'm anxious that my hopes will come to nothing; when I fear, I'm anxious that my fears will all come true.

I guess what I'm really trying to say is that you used to shatter easily. But now you've become less brittle.

sincere. "I thought you wouldn't want anything to do with me once the sun rose." "You were right. I wouldn't have—if only I knew. And that was why you hid it from me, wasn't it? You wanted to preserve an illusion. You knew I wouldn't touch Verity Durant with a ten-foot pole, so you didn't give me a chance to repudiate her. Then you took that illusion home and left me to pick up the pieces.

Moths and flames, mankind and death--there is little difference.

They're safe,'' he said. "And you're not made of glass". He swept me up in his arms. I laughed. "And I'm not made of glass." He carried me into our room and kicked the door shut behind us.

I think men are afraid to be with a successful woman, because we are terribly strong, we know what we want and we are not fragile enough.

In me the tiger sniffs the rose. Look in my heart, kind friends, and tremble, Since there your elements assemble.

They don't commit suicide. They don't weep. But they can and do fall to pieces. They can and do have their hearts broken. They can and do lose their minds.

Brace and be brisk, commoner, carry your heart like an egg on a spoon, be fleet through the concourse, primed for that point in time when the world goes bust

No one likes to admit that in the end we all die by inches, gradually losing all the defining visual characteristics that make us us

After all, you're only an immortal until someone manages to kill you. After that, you were just long-lived.

Sometimes I wake up and lie still enough to hear a petal drop from the vase of flowers. Sometimes I lie awake and wish there was someone to hear my falling.

Without memory, he thought, man would be invincible

Human existence is so fragile a thing and exposed to such dangers that I cannot love without trembling.

We know that chasing efficiency too far leads to fragility, and the current excellence models lack explicit minimal governance safeguards and the justification of weighting to be seen currently as universal models of anti-fragility.

This world's a bubble.

El pasado es frágil, tan frágil como quebradizos los huesos con los años, tan frágil como los fantasmas que vemos en las ventanas o los sueños que se descomponen al despertar y no dejan atrás nada aparte de una sensación de inquietud o angustia, o, menos a menudo, una extraña satisfacción.

For the Sensitive Plant has no bright flower; Radiance and odour are not its dower; It loves, even like Love, its deep heart is full, It desires what it has not, the beautiful.

Suddenly the staggering love bursts away from me like milk from a smashed glass.

Six hundred and forty fish later, the only thing I know is everything you love will die. The first time you meet someone special, you can count on them one day being dead and in the ground.