Quotes About Fragility

He looked at her as a man might look at a faded flower he had plucked, in which it was difficult for him to trace the beauty that had made him pick and so destroy it

Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.

Love is a fragile, useless thing. It decomposes easily in the tropic heat.

There's something depressing about a young couple helplessly in love. Their state is so perfect, it must be doomed. They project such qualities on their lover that only disappointment can follow.

Please is frail like a dewdrop, while it laughs it dies. But sorrow is strong and abiding. Let sorrowful love wake in your eyes.

Vintage books, old china, antiques; maybe I love old things so much because I feel impermanent myself.

Part of me is made of glass, and also, I love you.

And my life went to pieces, like a love letter in the rain.

Total grief is like a minefield. No knowing when one will touch the tripwire.

Love did not overcome everything. Love did not always endure. All you had could be taken away, love could be the last thing you had, and then love could be taken too.

Contingent faith is the faith of sidewalk chalk: it's beautiful when the sun shines, but washes away when the rain falls.

The human heart is so delicate and sensitive that it always needs some tangible encouragement to prevent it from faltering in its labor. The human heart is so robust, so tough, that once encouraged it beats its rhythm with a loud unswerving insistency.

The one I love the most is about two mayflies on a date; they watch a nature documentary about themselves and discover their life span is only one day long ? after mating, they'll die.

If seeing her an hour before her last Weak cough into all blackness I could yet Be held by chalk-white walls - The Consumptive. Belsen 1945

And a ton came down on a coloured road, And a ton came down on a gaol, And a ton came down on a freckled girl, And a ton on the black canal, And a ton came down on a hospital, And a ton on a manuscript, And a ton shot up through the dome of a church, And a ton roared down to the crypt. And a ton danced over the Thames and filled A thousand panes with stars, And the splinters leapt on the Surrey shore To the tune of a thousand scars.

So limp of brain that for them to conceive an idea is to risk a haemorrhage. So limp of body that their purple dresses appear no more indicative of housing nerves and sinews than when they hang suspended from their hooks.

Zijn mooie, matte ogen, van een donkere en onbestemde kleur, leken op viooltjes die de last van de dikke tranen van het onweer nog dragen (...)

Era in balia di ogni soffio di vento, non possedeva nulla.

our hostess backed out of the room, grinning vapidly. She had long since forgotten the meaning of a smile, but the physical ability to make the gesture remained. I felt that the grin...would shatter if it were touched and fall to the floor in pieces.

it is likely that each one of us has experienced God's miraculous healing any number of times without knowing it—every day that our fragile tents of flesh hold together.

Given the extent of the exposures of major banks around the world to A.I.G., and in light of the extreme fragility of the system, there was a significant risk that A.I.G.'s failure could have sparked a global banking panic.

I am the coming together and the falling apart. I am the enduring and the disintegration...

I sat at her desk and turned one page after another, staring at what looked like bits and pieces of black lace laid cross the paper.

There's nothing like a song about lost love to remind you how everything precious can slip from the hinges where you've hung it so careful.