Quotes About Fragility

I wish that love could be broken down the way it breaks me down.

I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky. I heard it, and it said, "The world will never understand.

Being thankful for the things we take for granted, is worth taking pause to understand that they can be taken away within a moment.

You are damaged and broken and unhinged. But so are shooting stars and comets.

On paper it's perfect.But the thing about paper is: It burns.

You're not fine. You could die if you keep this up." "Ah, the beautiful always die young.

That day I carried the dream around like a full glass of water, moving gracefully so I would not lose any of it.

or, aici st? toat? mizeria È™i toat? fascinaÈ›ia dragostei, în descompunerea aceasta lent? a dou? fiinÈ›e strânse împreun?...

Nici o poetica din lume nu atinge perfectiunea si semnificatia celei mai timide flori.

Things shouldn't hinge on so very little. Sneeze and you're highway carnage. Remove one tiny stone and bang, you're an avalanche statistic. But I guess if you can die without ever understanding how it happened then you can also live without a complete understanding of how.

No matter how smart she appeared, she was fragile at her core.

Things grow quickly are often more easily destroyed than those which take a long time.

There was a sermon where he brought a squash and a piece of wood, then slammed each with a knife to show that things which grow quickly are often more easily destroyed than those which take a long time.

I watched him now, his hands working gingerly, as if he were learning to use them for the first time. He could not press down hard with a knife. His fingers shook. Each bite was a struggle; he chewed the food finely before swallowing.. The skin from his wrist to his knuckles was dotted with age spots, and it was loose, like skin hanging from a chicken soup bone.

His hair fell out, his face went gaunt as a skeleton.

Holding him like that moved me in a way I cannot describe, except to say I felt the seeds of death inside his shrivelling frame, and as I laid him in his chair, adjusting his head on the pillows, I had the coldest realisation that our time was running out.

We are but an ephemeral bubble drifting on the surface of an endless void. Yet I can think of no bubble more beautiful.

I met her eyes, and for the first time I perceived that there was something broken behind them, like a tiny crack in a diamond that becomes visible only when viewed through a magnifying lens; normally it is hidden by the brilliance of the stone.

One's relationship to windows now changed in the city. A window was the border through which death was possibly most likely to come. Windows could not stop even the most flagging round of ammunition: any spot indoors with a view of the outside was a spot potentially in the crossfire. Moreover the pane of a window could itself become shrapnel so easily, shattered by a nearby blast, and everyone had heard of someone or other who had bled out after being lacerated by shards of flying glass.

love is to enter into the inevitability of one day not being able to protect what is most valuable to you.

He knew how little it took to make a man into meat: the wrong blow, the wrong gunshot, the wrong flick of a blade, turn of a car, presence of a microorganism in a handshake, a cough. He was aware that alone a person is almost nothing.

and each time she returned she told the maid to come with her, and the maid said no, for she had a sense of the fragility of things, and she felt she was a small plant in a small patch of soil held between the rocks of a dry and windy place

The maid said no, for she had a sense of the fragility of things, and she felt she was a small plant in a small patch of soil held between the rocks of a dry and windy place, and she was not wanted by the world, and here she was at least known, and she was tolerated, and that was a blessing.

muscularity, made more pronounced by her gauntness, and the near-inanimate