Quotes About Fragility

But be careful; sand is already broken but glass breaks. The shoes are for dancing, not running away.

I will be thin and pure like a glass cup. Empty. Pure as light. Music. I move my hands over my body - my shoulders, my collarbone, my rib cage, my hip bones like part of an animal skull, my small thighs. In the mirror my face is pale and my eyes look bruised. My hair is pale and thin and the light comes through. I could be a lot younger than seventeen. I could be a child still, untouched.

The world's a bubble and the life of man Less than a span.

Vere magnum habere fragilitatem hominis, securitatem Dei.

Our most successful bubbles, our only successful ones are doubtless those that are the least worked. For can one work on a bubble? Surely not, - unless (carefully) with the very breath that gives it birth. It is only necessary to blow it with an even enough breath, with just the right pretentiousness, a movement of the soul at once measured and persistent, yet not too much so - until it detaches itself quasi-spontaneously from the pipe.

A buttercup is a wild yellow flower that is as beautiful as it is delicate, and can adapt and flourish in the harshest

De qué sirve presumir, rosal, de buen parecer, si aun no acabas de nacer cuando empiezas a morir?

Live every day as if it were your last. Spend your life hanging by a thread. Accept that you can fall from one moment to the next. And when that moment comes, rejoice, because the last day will be the first, and you will become the thread itself.

Ni siquiera podré dejarla—pensó amargamente—: no, no puedo. Excepto por la puerta de la muerte, soy incapaz de separarme de ella. Pero lo que exista entre nosotros de ahora en adelante será como un valioso jarrón roto al caer al suelo y que ha sido hábilmente reparado, rehecho. Pero, ¡Dios santo, qué aspecto tan lamentable tienen las grietas a la luz del día!

There is a lump of desolation beneath the bony dip at my throat. It is no bigger than a coin, this spot, a peculiarly small place to hold such a feeling. I try to shove it to some deeper region, but there it sticks, a fragile skin-thickness from the outside world.

Wax was good. Wax was soft. Wax couldn't shatter like china. Wax was as beautiful as china.

Word magic. If you say a word, it leaps out and becomes the truth. I love you. I believe it. I believe I am loveable. How can something as fragile as a word build a whole world?

Not that there's anything wrong with humans. I find their frail, emotionally unstable, irrational natures quite endearing.

Sometimes it was daunting, knowing how easily I could break things. This one simple curse seemed to dominate my entire life.

But expectations were like fine pottery. The harder you held them, the more likely they were to crack.

What was keeping this ship together? Spit and prayers?

Frailty, thy name is Alcatraz

All things have a soul. A vase, a wall, a chair. And when a vase is broken, it might die in the physical realm, but for a time its soul remembers what it was. So all things die twice. Its final death is when men forget it was a vase, and only think of the pieces. I imagine the vase floating away then, its form dissolving into the nothingness.

Pero las expectativas eran como la porcelana fina. Cuanto más fuerte te agarrabas a ellas, más probable era que se rompiesen.

Expectations were like fine pottery. The harder you held them, the more likely they were to crack.

It's easy to fall apart completely

In seven days, God created the world. And in seven seconds, I shattered mine.

When we feel joy, it is a place of incredible vulnerability—it's beauty and fragility and deep gratitude and impermanence all wrapped up in one experience. When we can't tolerate that level of vulnerability, joy actually becomes foreboding, and we immediately move to self-protection. It's as if we grab vulnerability by the shoulders and say, "You will not catch me off guard. You will not sucker-punch me with pain. I will be prepared and ready for you.

When we feel joy, it is a place of incredible vulnerability. It's beauty, and fragility, and gratitude, and resilience all wrapped up in one experience.