Quotes About Fragility

An idyll like that wasn't made to last. For a while it was forever, and then things started to fall apart.

The things that make our lives are so tenuous, so unlikely, that we barely come into being, barely meet the people we're meant to love, barely find our way in the woods, barely survive catastrophe every day.

Say there is no truth. Say there are only scraps that we feebly try to sew togethr.

I try to believe ,she said that god doesn't give you more than one piece of the story at ounce. You know, the story of your life. Otherwise your heart would crack wider than you could handle. He only crack it enough so you can still walk, like someone wearing a cast. But you've still got a crack running up your side, big enough for a sapling to grow out of. Only no one sees it. Everyone thinks you're one whole piece, and so they treat you maybe not so gentle as they can't see that crack.

Mama parted with these Divine Secrets because I asked her to, Sidda thought. the reason I feel like crying, Sidda realized, is not just because this scrapbook is vulnerable, but because Mama, whether she knows it or not, has made herself so vulnerable to me.

Mama parted with these Divine Secrets because I asked her to, Sidda thought. The reason I feel like crying, Sidda realized, is not just because this scrapbook is vulnerable, but because Mama, whether she knows it or not, has made herself so vulnerable to

Man is but a reed, the most feeble thing in nature; but he is a thinking reed. The entire universe need not arm itself to crush him. A vapour, a drop of water suffices to kill him. But if the universe were to crush him, man would still be more noble than that which killed him, because he knows that he dies and the advantage which the universe has over him; the universe knows nothing of this.

Now King Alexander is driving down the familiar streets, curiously unguarded, in a curiously antique car. It can be seen from his attempt to make his stiff hand supple, from a careless flash of his careful black eyes, it can be seen that he is taking the cheers of the crowd with a childish seriousness. It is touching, like a girl putting full faith in the compliments that are paid to her at a ball.

Her voice, delicate as it was, had the strength to it that made one realize why a teacup can stay in one piece for centuries, defying the changes of history and the turmoil of man.

A coat hanger of a body trying to remember the coat that years before had fallen off

It had been a day to die, not because it was a special day but because it wasn't, and every day was a day to die now, and the only question that pressed on them, as to who might be next, had been answered.

What is it about falling? He died of a fall. The poor thing never recovered after his fall. He broke his hip in a fall and was never the same. Death came relatively quickly after a fall in the back yard. How fucking far do these people fall? Off of buildings? Over spamming cataracts? Down manholes? Is it farther to the ground than it used to be?

about the blood; it isn't yours. You put this flesh on a couple of days ago, and you'll be taking it off again soon if you can manage not to get killed first. Don't worry about wounds; check your functionality.

No sooner do we come into this world, than bits of us start to fall off.

And everything you do, or might achieve thereafter, is thinner, weaker, matters less. There is no echo coming back; no texture, no resonance, no depth of field.

What becomes of a chain of argument when the links are made of different metals, each with a separate frangibility?

Major General Anders later reflected: I think it was the Earthrise that really kind of got everybody in the solar plexus Ã¢â'¬Â¦ We were looking back at our planet, the place where we evolved. Our Earth was quite colorful, pretty and delicate compared to the very rough, rugged, beat-up, even boring lunar surface. I think it struck everybody that here we'd come 240,000 miles to see the Moon and it was the Earth that was really worth looking at.

I didn't want the day to unravel. Though looking back, it was not the day, but the four of us, that were beginning to unravel.

Never forget, the most vulnerable spot is down the middle.

you have blown a large breach in the walls of my existence.

No sooner do we come into this world,' said Flaubert, 'than bits of us start to fall off.

Tek što do?emo na svet, rekao je Flober, ,,a ve? s nas po?nu da otpadaju komadi?i.

1850) 'From time to time, I open a newspaper. Things seem to be proceeding at a dizzy rate. We are dancing not on the edge of a volcano, but on the wooden seat of a latrine, and it seems to me more than a touch rotten. Soon society will go plummeting down and drown in nineteen centuries of shit. There'll be quite a lot of shouting.

It's…" She couldn't finish. "Don't try, Miss Redmond," he agreed, shading his eyes. "There are honestly no suitable words, so we shall not fault you for failing to find them. Nothing makes a man feel more like God than sailing a ship over the sea with no land in sight. And nothing makes a man feel less like a God than clinging to a shred of ship exploded by lightning in a storm.