Quotes About Fragility

Qué indefenso está el hombre ante los elogios!

iar iubirile sunt ca imperiile: dac? piere ideea pe care au fost întemeiate, pier È™i ele odat? cu ea.

Smrt ima dva vida: ona je nebivanje, ali i strašna stvarna okolnost leša. [...] Biti leš, to je nepodnošljiva uvreda. Još prije nekoliko sekundi biti ljudsko bi?e koje je branilo svoj stid, posve?enost golotinje i intimitet, a zatim tek sekunda smrti da bi naše tijelo odjednom bilo na raspolaganju bilo kome, da ga se može razgolititi, razrezati, pregledavati mu utrobu gadljivo za?epljena nosa zbog njezinog smrada, gurnuti u hladnjak ili u vatru.

É verdade que os cupins da redução desde sempre atacam a vida humana: até o maior amor acaba se reduzindo a um esqueleto de lembranças raquíticas.

Prošlo je više vremena nego što su slutili. Mama je odložila maršalski štap svog materinstva i otišla u drugi svijet. Drugom prilikom, kada su s njom bili u šetnji, iznenadila ih je oluja. Držali su je pod ruku, svatko s jedne strane i doslovce su je morali nositi da je vjetar ne odnese; Karel je dirnut, osje?ao u rukama njenu neznatnu težinu, razumio je da njegova majka pripada kraljevstvu drugih bi?a: manjih, lakših i otpuhljivijih na vjetru.

Small yet strong in the love of God, like Saint Francis of Assisi, all of us, as Christians, are called to watch over and protect the fragile world in which we live, and all its peoples.

Why, flowers are violent, cruel, terrible and splendid... like love!

I discovered that the heart is a breakable thing, but also discovered my capacity to love another person.

How passionately we love everything that cannot last: the dazzling crystallory of winter, the spring in bloom, the fragile flight of butterflies, crimson sunsets, a kiss, and life.

Some people like destroying for the hell of it; they love destroying beauty; they try to feel those people and then crack the egg.

That this girl would know exactly how to shatter me.

Happiness is the china shop love is the bull.

i can't hold onto love.i'm not gentle enough.i always end upcrushing the thingin between my fingertips.

When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they might disintegrate.

Almost nine years later, I know that stars don't burn forever, and even the brightest can shatter into a million, burning sparks before falling from the sky.

I was just an option.Blown easily to piecesand offered to the skyby the sweet laced painupon your lips.

Steep fall to the groundshatteringlike clay pigeons missed by bad shotsand unsteady hands.

Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pulls us in different ways. Then tears come; and, like the rain on the ropes, they brace us up, until the strain becomes too great, and we break.

Only two towers remained standing, one of which was so crooked and damaged it looked ready to topple at a cough from a butterfly.

That was the trouble of telling someone all your truths. They could use them to tear you apart.

In spite of everything, he still felt wonderful, like I was embracing a mountain. But I now knew that as solid as he seemed, he was no mountain.

My mask of sanity was a victim of impending slippage.

It's just strange, he agrees, staring out the window, lost. One day someone's walking around, going to work, alive, and then... Kimball stops, fails to complete the sentence. Nothing, I sigh, nodding. "People just... disappear, he says. The earth just opens up and swallows people, I say, somewhat sadly, checking my Rolex.

If a chain is only as strong as its weakest link, then a family is more like a rope. We're lots of fragile little strands, and we survive by becoming hopelessly intertwined with each other. The happiest families I ever met were all frayed...but they were also tighter than a hangmen's noose. - Hazel, Saga # 40