Quotes About Fragility

She could feel a bell-shaped pink flower brushing her lips. Later, she would remember that while they were stretched out on the ground, a small white butterfly was lazily flitting from one flower to another. Finally she heard a voice whisper, "It's over; they're gone." She stood up and automatically brushed the dust from her skirt. No one, she thought, had been hurt. But after walking for a few minutes, they saw the first fatalities: two men and a woman.

As we live our precarious lives on the brink of the void, constantly coming closer to a state of nonbeing, we are all too often aware of our fragitlity.

There was something factitious and brittle and thereby utterly feminine about her charm which made me want to crush her, even to crunch her. She had a slight cast in one eye which gives her gaze a strange concentrated intensity. Her eyes sparkle, almost as if they were actually emitting sparks. She is electric. And she could run faster in very high-heeled shoes than any girl I ever met.

How easily one is hurt. Or is it only I who am so stupidly vulnerable.

He was not notably vertebrate and could hardly look after himself, so how could he look after Crystal?

At this point Bellamy suddenly remembered another dream which at the time had made him smile. He dreamt he was a little tiny frightened animal called 'Spingle-spangle'. Later he did not smile. The little doomed creature was an image of what he most feared, insanity.

I can't see how anything can ever happen to us — I mean, I feel as if, if we leave this place, we shall crumble to pieces.

He knew the vulnerability of his strength.

He felt indestructible because destroyed.

Was it here, after all, that everything broke down and descended into a roaring shaft of shattered masks and crumpled rose petals and bloody feathers?

the rotten tree-trunk, until the very moment when the storm-blast breaks it in two, has all the appearance of might it ever had.

sipping wine while the house was falling

She felt that everything was made of glass, as fragile as a sigh

She entered the place of her dreams along a much traveled path and returned treading very carefully in order not to shatter the tenuous visions against the harsh light of consciousness.

My heart is broken, he told himself. It was at that moment he understood the profound meaning of that common phrase: he thought he heard the sound of glass breaking and felt that the essence of his being was pouring out until he was empty, with no memory of the past, no awareness of the present, no hope for the future.

Very few old folk are happy, Irina. Most of them are poor, aren't healthy, and have no family. It's the most fragile and difficult stage of life, more so than childhood, because it grows worse day by day, and there is no future other than death.

Cada pieza tiene una razón de ser tal como es. [...] La memoria es frágil y el transcurso de una vida es muy breve y sucede todo tan deprisa, que no alcanzamos a ver la relación entre los acontecimientos, no podemos medir la consecuencia de los actos, creemos en la ficción del tiempo, en el presente, el pasado y el futuro, pero puede ser también que todo ocurre simultáneamente.

a memória é frágil e o trânsito de uma vida é muito breve e sucede tudo tão depressa que não conseguimos ver a relação entre os acontecimentos na ficção do tempo, no presente, no passado e no futuro (...)

Awake it was difficult to find anything in that chaotic clutter, but asleep she could...when the contours of reality were as faint as a tracery of pale ink.

Estas largas separaciones son peligrosas, el amor resbala por arenas inciertas.

His wife, Leanne, who came to his waist, looked like an undernourished adolescent with the face of a fly, but her fragility was deceptive: she had given birth to six male children and was expecting the seventh. She knew it would be male because God was determined to test her patience.

Escribo, ella escribió, que la memoria es frágil y el transcurso de una vida es muy breve y sucede todo tan deprisa, que no alcanzamos a ver la relación entre los acontecimientos, no podemos medir la consecuencia de los actos, creemos en la ficción del tiempo, en el presente, el pasado y el futuro

Ambos percibieron la piel del otro nunca antes tan precisa y cercana, la presión de sus manos, la intimidad de un contacto anhelado desde el comienzo de los tiempos. Los invadió un calor palpitante en los huesos, en las venas, en el alma, algo que no conocían o habían olvidado por completo, pues la memoria de la carne es frágil.

pero también es un ejercicio para fortalecer la memoria, esa frágilbruma donde los recuerdos se esfuman, se mezclan, cambian, y al final de nuestrosdías resulta que sólo hemos vivido lo que podemos evocar.