Quotes About Fragility

Ä°tibar k?r?lgan bir ÅŸeydir; bir ince çatlak onu paramparça eder.

We could show them the most exquisite Ming vase, or a carved ivory screen from Persia, and they'd turn their backs and go straight for the human remains.

These things occur between mothers and daughters. Their relationships are more fragile than fathers and sons.

Often, we live a life of compromise so that there's peace in the house. We buy a small peace so that we can get through the day. And if we live like that then we aren't a great person, but a cracked vase, unable to contain the rice soup.

I've studied kings, so I'm very aware of the feet of clay of authority.

In Wirklichkeit fühlte ich mich, als würde ich aus Zuckerwatte bestehen, und jeder, der wollte, konnte sich ein Stück von mir abpflücken und damit wegrennen.

I reach out to hug her, and we stand still a moment. Her embrace is solid, tight in a good way. I might come apart if she lets go. It's funny how you don't know you are a bunch of pieces until someone hugs you together.

Rain slips through your fingers as easily as words blow away in the wind, and yet it has the power to destroy your whole world.

He is my vulnerability

Emotions"—he raised a hand, made a fist, clenched it tightly—"are like holding water. You open your hand, there's nothing there. Better to be a weapon than a woman.

We stand strong, or we cower. We emerge victorious, tempered by our trials , or fractured by a permanent, damming fault line.

I don't even want to try to understand it, and so begin to mistake it for something else after that, paling shadows of this original feeling, something inaudibly delicate that would not survive the passage into speech.

My oldest daughter was four pounds at birth, and her appearance flooded the earth with an infinite number of horrors and perils, a demonic surge of catastrophic possibilities out of all proportion to the tiny mass in my arms. Love unlids Pandora's box.

You are a fine piece of china. Don't let anyone treat you like a paper plate.

A strong breeze pushed at the martin houses strung from the old oak tree below. Watching them, Ceecee remembered the story Margaret had told her long ago, about how the small birds relied on others to make their homes for them. It made sense to her now, knowing that so much of life was reliant on things outside of oneself, how the whims of others dictated people's hearts and lives. How dreams and wishes were just so much dust when held against the will of another human being.

Optimism is a sliver of glass in your heart.

The real end of the world is the destruction of the spirit; the other kind depends on the insignificant attempt to see whether after such a destruction the world can go on.

One day beside some flowers near his noseHe will be thinking, When will I look at it?And pain, still in the middle distance, will replyAt what? and he will know it's gone,O where! and begin to tremble and cry.He will begin to cry as a child criesWhose puppy is mangled under a screaming wheel.

A single tree can make a hundred thousand matches, and a single match can burn a hundred thousand trees.

If my life were a book, I would have masking tape holding my hinges together. My pages would be loose, my edges tattered and my boards exposed, the front flyleaf torn and the leather mottled and moth-eaten. I'd have to take myself apart and put myself back together, as any good book restoration expert would do.

This is the danger of loving: No matter how powerful you are, no matter how many kingdoms you rule, you cannot stop those you love from dying.

The creature that was me had crept away and left nothing more than the shell of a woman curled up on the bunk.

Sometimes you can't put the pieces back together, even if you get them picked up

Though they are fine to see, horses frighten me because they are large and weak minded, which is a dangerous combination in horses, men, and gods.