Quotes About Fragility

Those who glitter with the glory of the hummingbird meaning death

These fragments I have shored against my ruins

I can show you fear in a handful of dust

The prince's weary features looked like parchment pulled over bone;

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.

Oh beautiful flower," she mocked him, "to see you grow and burst your bonds.

By the Mass, if they dropped her," said Mercurio, "there's a thought. Being made apparently of porcelain, she'd shatter. A hundred shards of white perfection. Scrabble, gentlemen, scrabble. See who'll get what.

a book is a delicate friend, a white bird, an exquisite being, afraid of water. Darling things! Afraid of water, of fire, They shiver in the wind. Clumsy, crude human fingers leave bruises on them that'll never fade! Never! Some people touch books without washing their hands! Some underline things in ink! Some even tear pages out!

The world may perish, but the meat grinder is indestructible.

She lives in a world of her own – a world of – little glass ornaments…

When you look at a piece of delicately spun glass you think of two things: how beautiful it is and how easily it can be broken.

Margaret: Oh you weak people, you weak, beautiful people! - who give up. What you want is someone to [she turns out the rose-silk lamp] take hold of you. Gently, gently, with love! And I do love you, Brick, I do! Brick [smiling with charming sadness]: Wouldn't it be funny if that was true?

It's no tragedy, Freckles. Glass breaks so easily. No matter how careful you are.

he would die early, since nothing so fair could decline by common degrees in a faded season.

Glass breaks so easily. No matter how careful you are.

Hayat bir anda nas?l da tepetaklak olabiliyordu.Bir dakika her ?ey yolunda iken hemen sonra ikinci dakikada...kolayca mahvoluyordu.

Puddles were weak. Puddles were transparent, with all their secrets and imperfections clearly visible to observers standing above them. Puddles could be stepped on and splashed through and ruined.

I was so tired of people assuming I was too fragile or innocent to protect myself. What was it about me that made them think I couldn't handle hardship?

But that's life, isn't it? For all we know, each day could be our last.

I am going to shrink and shrink until I am a dry fall leaf, complete with a translucent spine and brittle veins, blowing away in a stiff wind, up, up, up into a crisp blue sky.

a newborn with a mother whose mother came undone.

He could almost see insider her that unnameable thing that had remained the same through all of it: her I, her very life. It seemed so small, a mustard seed with one rootlet shit deep into the earth, strong and fragile at once. But it was all there needed to be. It was everything. She had given it to him, and now he held it in his hands

Here in his arms was the girl who had lived in the house near the Varosliget, the young dancer who had loved Sandor Goldstein, the woman who loved him now. He could almost see insider her that unnameable thing that had remained the same through all of it: her I, her very life. It seemed so small, a mustard seed with one rootlet shit deep into the earth, strong and fragile at once. But it was all there needed to be. It was everything. She had given it to him, and now he held it in his hands.

La beauté est un prodige qu'un rien peut anéantir et qui ne devrait s'admirer que de loin, elle s'efface d'une manière aussi difficilement explicable que sa présence même et l'homme n'y porte jamais qu'une main sacrilège.