Quotes About Fragility

Do I see control on all sides, or the illusion of control?" List's face twisted slightly. "Sometimes the two are one and the same. In terms of their effect, I mean. The only difference – or so Coltaine says – is that when you bloody the real thing, it absorbs the damage, while the other shatters.

A civilization for ever within easy reach of a blade had little to boast about.

I've always been more slight, and I've always sort of felt that I needed to be protected, especially with so many rowdy brothers and sisters.

I never take anything for granted. I may slip any minute.

Everything could be taken away at the snap of a finger.

when a baby or a child or an adult is on the table with his or her chest open, disaster is never more than a breath away, no matter how routine or simple the case may be. One small breath.

The earth was actually shuddering. It was as if you were a baby and your mother was shuddering with cold.

Fortune is glass: it glitters, then it shatters.]58

La presunción es nuestra enfermedad natural y primera. La más frágil y discutible de las criaturas es el hombre, y a la vez la más orgullosa

He ought to have conceded that she was a flower not destined to open, a hothouse creation, no less beautiful, no less woth having, He should have admired her, praised her and, at the close of day, let her be.

To be brutally honest, all these men were falling apart, hair by hair and tooth by tooth, like over-used pieces of equipment, like tools bought cheap for a job that would outlast them. While

Hope is one of the strongest things in the universe. Empires can fall, civilizations can vanish into dust Ã¢â'¬Â¦

but the world remains a dangerous place and we remain—merely by being human—vulnerable to the horrors that humans can cause.

The girls Iris went through wound up cracked vases no longer fit for flowers, leaky dust collectors. After Iris, girls left town or started fucking boys. She ruined everyone.

My hand was a balloon sculpture, nerveless and fragile; it wouldn't do what it was told.

Oh, Christ. Word stuff, paper stuff, and that's neither words nor paper in that goddam little coffin, that's my son, my kid, my little dirty gap-toothed boy with the torn britches and the scabs on his knees, and he wasn't ever intended to ride thunder and bridle lightning, no man is. Pulp heroes were all made of wood and they could do it, but Dan's human and soft and easily broken. He hasn't any business there, no man has.

Man is mortal, and as the professor so rightly said mortality can come so suddenly

Man is mortal and, as has rightly been said, unexpectedly mortal.

The termites of reduction have always gnawed away at life: even the greatest love ends up as a skeleton of feeble memories.

Loves are like empires: when the idea they are founded on crumbles, they too, fade away.

She wants to have her notebooks so that the flimsy framework of events, as she has constructed them in her school notebook, will be provided with walls and become a house she can live in. Because if the tottering structure of her memories collapses like a clumsily pitched tent, all that Tamina will be left with is the present, that invisible point, that nothingness moving slowly toward death.

mother] belonged to a realm of other creatures: smaller, lighter, more easily blown away.

How defenceless we are in the face of flattery!

La historia es igual de leve que una vida humana singular, insoportablemente leve, leve como una pluma, como el polvo que flota, como aquello que mañana ya no existirá.