Quotes About Fragility

When you are not treated seriously, you develop comically. Its sense of oneself is so fractured and fragile that it's like the picked-on kid who has to become funny.

You get tragedy where the tree, instead of bending, breaks.

Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth.

How brittle life is, yet it's been going on for thousands and thousands of years. Maybe we should sit down and pay tribute to life instead of just destruction.

We were as big as the ocean, but as fragile as an ego.

You can't patch cracks on a glass house.

Grace is neither gentleness nor fragility. Grace is treating yourself, others, and even inanimate objects with respect.

There is no greater despair, than to tread with care upon ice that is already broken

If you want to damage a culture - attack it's libraries. Libraries can be as strong as a tree, but they're as fragile as a flower.

This body is fragile. It is just flesh. Listen to the heartbeat. Life depends on the pumping of a muscle.

He didn't want to be this thin man whose desires were barely covered by skin, standing absolutely still. But everytime he moved there was another place to go, and everytime sadness would arrive with its wonderful cocoon not even that would last.

I knew that somehow this loneliness was linked to all my other fears and worries and premonitions and to my sense, that fall, of the terrible fragility of everything around me.

I was glad I'd never had any kids on the reservation, because this is what happens. They drive off every road they can, and then, because it hasn't started hurting yet, whichever one can still walk does, to the nearest light, his face packed with windshield glass.

A second later, a third knife sticks into the doorframe, the two sides of its handle calving off as well, tapping into the hardwood floor one by one, like they tried to hold on, they really did, but… they're just from the dollar store, come on, this is all they could manage.

Azt hiszem a bizalom a legsérülékenyebb az erények közül; mivel kényes, könnyen törik, és ha egyszer összetört, többé sohasem lehet helyreállítani.

Something in her expression made Covenant feel that he came from a very poor world, where no one knew or cared about the healing of stoneware pots.

Alas, words were but empty things, devoid of power and all too easily broken, discarded, and forgotten.

Sometimes I stare into a pool of piss, I see my reflection, I picture a hole in my face, there's nothing there, it's vanished. I watch the maggots turn to flies, and they fly off with bits of flesh from my body. I attempt to wipe it clear from my mind, but the nice thoughts get swallowed up. I can't think nice for too long…it would destroy me.

When I got off him, I spat the blood that was swamping my mouth in to his face, I looked down at him and it really looked like he was dying… shit! The ambulance arrived in about a minute and they got an oxygen mask straight on him and I could see the life draining out of him. You see, this is the problem; we are only human and flesh and blood.

I tried to think of my knowledge, but it was a squirrel's heap of winter nuts. There was no strength in my knowledge any more and I felt small and naked as a new-hatched bird.

One of the reasons I hate Hollywood so much is that they portray the travails of teen life as so innocuous and fun loving, some kind of idyll before the mean business of adulthood. People forget how much it all hurts back then. Someone pinches you and you feel it in your bones. They don't want to face what a bunch of fragile sadists teenagers were. All these folks who acted all shocked and outraged when those kids in Columbine went off - where the hell did they go to high school?

The clerk tripped on the carpet, hit a window and went through, carrying with him a vase which had been on the sill. His skull broke like the vase and the vase broke like his skull, and both burst forth water mainly, and from the vase some flowers. If I could choose a death I'd make it something like that, except I'd add a good woman and some lard.

Nobody is safe. Ever. Anywhere. I

In fact, being old and decrepit makes you an easy target—especially if you're addicted to opium!