Quotes About Fragility

the kind of people who can't bend without breaking

I can't destroy things so beautiful. Time will destroy them if you don't. Time destroys everything. But if you destroy them, it will mean something.

The world is a flower I hold in my palm. I would end my own existence rather than crush it.

Was this what life was like in the mortal age? Feeling the finality of one's own flesh at every turn? What a terrible way to exist.

May be the most powerful humans on earth, they are also the most vulnerable

If I'm a shining star, let's hope I don't blow up.

That's why people call him Humphrey," Connor adds. " 'Cause 'all the king's horses and all the king's men… couldn't put Humphrey together again.'

it's colder than hell (yes) but the blankets are thin, and the pulled-down shades are as full of holes as love is.

The blankets had fallen off and I stared down at her white back, the shoulder blades sticking out as if they wanted to grow into wings, poke through that skin. Little blades. She was helpless.

They were beautiful nothings

The ocean, I said, look at it out there, battering, crawling up and down. And underneath all that, the fish, the poor fish fighting each other, eating each other. We're like those fish, only we're up here. One bad move and you're finished. It's nice to be a champion. It's nice to know your moves.

all people start to come apart finally and there it is: just empty ashtrays in a room or wisps of hair on a comb in the dissolving moonlight.

Love dries up, I thought as I walked back to the bathroom, even faster than sperm.

we are a scene chalked out with the sick white brush of age

And underneath all that, the fish, the poor fish fighting each other, eating each other. We're like those fish, only we're up here. One bad move and you're finished.

the knife cuts into the sun. the plate breaks. the cat yawns.

The ocean," I said, "look at it out there, battering, crawling up and down. And underneath all that, the fish, the poor fish fighting each other, eating each other. We're like those fish, only we're up here. One bad move and you're finished.

as you are stuck in your poor body and in your poor life and it's all slowly dissolving, dissolving into nothing. like all the other bodies, like all the other lives, we all are being counted out, taken down by disease by just being rubbed up against the hard days, the harder years. there's no escaping this, we just have to take it, accept it— or like most— not think about it. at all.

things are so easily lost. things just can't be kept forever. I

there is of course madness and terror too in knowing that some part of you wound up like a clock can never be wound again once it stops.

las palabras bonitas como las mujeres bonitas se arrugan y mueren.

Like a painting, we will be erased. Like a flower, we will dry up here on earth. Like plumed vestments of the precious bird, That precious bird with the agile neck, We will come to an end.

her knees, which looked, in the faint blue light, as though they'd been carved by water from a bar of soap.

the boy saw faces disinigrate before his eyes, faces that fell to pieces, then disappeared, leaving a hole.