Quotes About Fragility

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 bricking hopelessly intertwined with each other.

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 hangman's noose.

We are indeed drifting into the arena of the unwell.

Truly, as the ancients taught us, there is nothing under the moon, however fine, that is not subject to corruption.

Whatever the reason we first mustered the _Apollo_ program, however mired it was in Cold War nationalism and the instruments of death, the inescapable recognition of the unity and fragility of the Earth is its clear and luminous dividend, the unexpected final gift of _Apollo_. What began in deadly competition has helped us to see that global cooperation is the essential precondition for our survival. Travel is broadening. It's time to hit the road again.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Fanatical ethnic or religious or national chauvinisms are a little difficult to maintain when we see our planet as a fragile blue crescent fading to become an inconspicuous point of light against the bastion and citadel of the stars.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our

National boundaries are not evident when we view the Earth from space. Fanatical ethnic or religious or national chauvinisms are a little difficult to maintain when we see our planet as a fragile blue crescent fading to become an inconspicuous point of light against the bastion and citadel of he stars.

We are difficult to come by and a danger to ourselves.

There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.

We are like butterflies, who flutter for a day and think it's forever.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, if the women don't get you then the whiskey must.

Our lives are like a candle in the wind.

Las vidas de todas las personas, ¿qué son sino rastros de escombro... cada día más escombro... más escombro... largos, muy largos rastros de escombros que nada puede limpiar más que la muerte?

I never was hard or sell-sufficient enough. When people are soft--soft people have got to shimmer and glow--they've got to put on soft colors, the colors of butterfly wings, and put a-- paper lantern over the light.... It isn't enough to be soft. You've got to be soft and attractive. And I--I'm fading now! I don't know how much longer I can turn the trick.

Laura: I've never danced in my life! Jim: Come on, try! Laura: Oh, but I'd step on you! Jim: I'm not made out of glass.

Esto no es una tragedia. El cristal se rompe tan fácilmente... Por cuidadoso que uno sea. El tránsito hace trepitar los estantes y las cosas se caen

Her delicate beauty must avoid a strong light. There is something about her uncertain manner, as well as her white clothes, that suggests a moth

You think about how fragile life is, about how quickly it goes by, how quickly things become lost. You take life for granted most of the time. You live it in the moment and you don't think a lot about the future because the future seems a long way off. But when people you love die, suddenly the future seems a whole lot closer and very uncertain.

When she spoke again it was in the thin, careful and above all brave voice of someone who has pulled themselves together despite overwhelming odds but might let go again at any moment.

Human beings, little bags of thinking water held up briefly by fragile accumulations of calcium...

They said that dying was just like going to sleep, although of course if you weren't careful bits of you could rot and drop off.

Be aware every morning that you may not last the day, And every evening that you may not last the night.