Quotes About Fragility

I think I'm extremely vulnerable and that in some ways I seek out rejection. Never feeling like you're getting that pat on the back from dad is probably at the heart of that.

Zar je zaista povjerovao da bih napisala memoare? Je li papir dovoljno izdržljiv materijal da bih mu povjerila svoj žvot? Bojim se da bi se tinta razlila po njemu ili bi to bile suze. Nema tog papira, Alberte, koji bi izdržao moju bol.

will die, What has been gathered will be dispersed, What has been accumulated will be exhausted, What has been built up will collapse, And what has been high will be brought low.

The weakest link in a chain is the strongest because it can break it.

You have become like us,disgraced and mortal.

What was true and solid begins to slide, dissolve. Your thoughts unravel faster than a satin ribbon Whose edge hasn't been burned Until you sit amidst a tangle of limp, pink threads, Unable to reason At all.

Daisies opened in sly lust to the sun-rays and rain-spears, and eft-flies, locked in a blind embrace, spun radiantly through the glutinous light to their ordained death.

Y, por desgracia, sus gafas cayeron al suelo. El mágico telescopio que le permitía contemplar el mundo del espíritu se rompió así en mil pedazos.

Sometimes you feel you have the truth of a moment in your hand, then it slips through your fingers and is lost.

People think that I'm tough and strong and that I kicked my way through everything. But they are wrong. The truth is that when I was young I was adorable and a trembling wreck.

Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled; The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!

This was the consequence of seeing too much and understanding the horrible truth: No one is safe. The world is not manageable.

Life is more fragile and precious than I can comprehend, but believe me, I'm trying.

Some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic.

as though "the Truth" were such an innocent and incompetent creature as to require protectors!

A room full of words that are nearly the truth but not quite, each note fluttering off the steam of its rose like a broken butterfly wing.

Both the two of us knew it. We watched the lie go up big and slow between us, then it burst like a spit bubble. They always burst before too long.

Being in love is to be half-cooked inside an eggshell called love.

What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow.What are brief? today and tomorrow.What are frail? spring blossoms and youth.What are deep? the ocean and truth.

He spoke again as if he hadn't just shattered his promise and her security. Her house of glass now lay in a pile of shards.

And yet for all that I still had never gotten used to the breathtaking impermanence of things.

The pages were yellowed and had gone to brown at the edges. They were brittle, much like the memories the photos evoked.

It seemed like the most important things in life were the easiest to break apart.

And I think the answer is that we are, in reality, terribly frail animals. And we don't like to be reminded of how frail we are—how delicate the balances are inside our own bodies, how short our stay on Earth, and how easily it is ended.