Quotes About Fragility

Jack sank further and further into himself like he was made of tinfoil, easily crushed. Despite

even that we only have for a little while. Even the candle is not ours to keep. And yet how we care for that candle for that stretch of time that it is still ours! How we want to remember the shape and fragrance of the little

We only see a little bit of our stories at a time, and the hard parts remind us too harshly that we're fragile and flawed. But it isn't all hard. Your story isn't all hard parts. Some of it is incredibly beautiful.

The frail letters on the first page were barely legible; they looked like whispers, if whispers had form.

There is only the stunningly fragile human body, a holy creation capable of loving with such astonishing strength but which is weak to the curses of a fallen world. We are like butterflies, delicate and wonderful, here on earth for only a brilliant moment and then away we fly. Death is appointed to merely close the door to our suffering and open wide the gate to Paradise.

For a girl, with each boy it's as though a petal gets plucked each time.

the breeze was filled with "the smell of heartbreak and ashes.

According to librarian Glen Creason, the breeze was filled with "the smell of heartbreak and ashes.

At this stage of life, he'd better just lean into love, because if he fell, he feared he might break a hip.

All that interior violence and complication to defend themselves from the very tenderness.

The difference between dead and not dead had never been so hard to see. It was the slimmest of lines. Possible to cross at any given moment.

It must be very fragile, if a handful of berries can bring it down.

What will break me into a million pieces so that I am beyond repair, beyond usefulness?

My little sister, Prim, curled up on her side, cocooned in my mother's body, their cheeks pressed together. In sleep, my mother looks younger, still worn but not so beaten-down. Prim's face is as fresh as a raindrop, as lovely as the primrose for which she was named. My mother was very beautiful once, too. Or so they tell me.

I'll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I'm afraid it could be taken away.

Somos seres inconstantes y estúpidos con mala memoria y un don para la autodestrucción.

it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I'm afraid it could be taken away.

I'm not flailing now, as my muscles are rigid with the tension of holding myself together. The pain over my heart returns, and from it I imagine tiny fissures spreading out into my body. Through my torso, down my arms and legs, over my face, leaving it crisscrossed with cracks. One good jolt … and I could shatter into strange, razor-sharp shards.

Maybe he's too pretty, or maybe he's too easy to get, or maybe it's really that he'd just be too easy to lose.

At the time, I didn't know what he meant. It was hard to see clearly because I was so afraid. Now I'm not. The Capitol's fragile because it depends on the districts for everything. Food, energy, even the Peacekeepers that police us. If we declare our freedom, the Capitol collapses. President Snow, thanks to you, I'm officially declaring mine today.

Then Octavia drops to her knees, rubs the hem of a skirt against her cheek, and bursts into tears. "It's been so long," she gasps, "since I've seen anything pretty.

on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I'm afraid it could be taken away. That's when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I've seen someone do.

people are only loaned to those who love them; they cannot be held, but can disappear in a moment without reason, without justice, without hope.

Human beings are cruel creatures. And what we don't understand, we tamper with until we destroy it.