Quotes About Fragility

We are anthill men upon an anthill world.

We may romanticize the past, but up until fairly recently most of humanity lived extremely fragile lives in which one all-too-common misfortune could spell disaster.

También es cierto que se dejó encandilar, como tantos otros, por la engañosa armonía de la derrota, por el encanto y el olor de esas flores que se marchitan hermosas en la imaginación pero que se pudren siniestras en las manos

Gospel doctrine – gospel culture = hypocrisy Gospel culture – gospel doctrine = fragility Gospel doctrine + gospel culture = power

I am a cigarette with a body attached to it

La vie? Un rien l'amène, un rien l'anime, un rien la mine, un rien l'emmène.

Before the lilacs are over and they are only shrunken stalks at the ends of drooping branches, I want to write a poem about them and their beauty brief and star-shining as a young girl's promise. Because there is so much made of strength and wealth and power, because the little things are lost in this world, I write a poem about lilacs knowing that both are this day's only: tomorrow they will lie forgotten.

has helped bring it home to me how fragile life is - and how necessary it is to concentrate on the essentials. No matter what happens to you, if you can draw strength from God and the people you love, nothing can ever defeat you.

For the heart is not a candle that, once lit, can be extinguished at will, but a fragile, foolish thing, all too easily wounded, all too slow to heal.

Broken locks and bruised knees and borrowed lipgloss and rain on the streets

There are reasons why musical relationships are magical and those same reasons are sometimes why they cant last.

Building a cast is a card house. They lean on each other, provide for each other, and take from each other.

My brain cells are dying in their trillions.

Our lifelong certainties about the world can be demolished in a single second.

Dying people often become childish.

Even in a healthy society, violence, lawlessness, and predation lie just below the surface.

It is a little bit surreal to know that you are in your own little spaceship, and a few inches from you is instant death.

Her whole body shivered and her face fell apart like a bride's pie crust. She put it together again slowly, as if lifting a great weight, by sheer will power. The smile came back, with a couple of corners badly bent.

Then there were no more houses, just the burnt foothills and the cement ribbon and a sheer drop on the left into the coolness of a nameless canyon, and on the right heat bouncing off the seared clay bank at whose edge a few unbeatable wild flowers clawed and hung on like naughty children who won't go to bed.

A few locks of dry white hair clung to his scalp, like wild flowers fighting for life on a bare rock.

her face fell apart like a bride's pie crust.

Bubbles rose in it like false hopes.

The things that make our lives are so tenuous, so unlikely, that we barely come into being, barely meet the people we're meant to love, barely find our way in the woods, barely survive catastrophe every day.

everyone is interdependent. Everyone is vulnerable. Everyone is penetrable, and everyone is penetrated incessantly by the vibrations of sound traveling into the inner ear.