Quotes About Fragility

We are the fish in front of the waterfall. We are the insects inside the cage. We are the ruins of the billows, The skull on the crosier, The force of the torrent and the whale that drinks it. We are the five-horned bull. We are the fire-breathing monster. And the screaming children. Oh, we are posioned by the moonlight.

the hopelessness that comes from knowing too little and feeling too much (so brittle, so dry he is in danger of the reverse: feeling nothing and knowing everything)

How exquisitely human was the wish for permanent happiness, and how thin human imagination became trying to achieve it.

Much handled things are always soft(27).

Nobody counted on Garner dying. Nobody thought he could. How 'bout that? Everything rested on Garner being alive. Without his life each of theirs fell to pieces. Now ain't that slavery or what is it?

Well, that's the way it was. Nobody counted on Garner dying. Nobody though he could. How 'bout that? Everything rested on Garner being alive. Without his life each of theirs fell to pieces. Now ain't that slavery or what is it?

I've had only two regular women. I liked the small breakable thing inside each one. Whatever their personality, smarts, or looks, something soft lay inside each. Like a bird's breastbone, shaped and chosen to wish on. A little V, thinner than bone and lightly hinged, that I could break with a forefinger if I wanted to, but never did. Want to, I mean. Knowing it was there, hiding from me, was enough.

like a piece of soft coal, leaving only flakes of ash and a question

Outside the youth center, between the liquor store and the police station, a little dogwood tree is losing its mind; overflowing with blossomfoam, like a sudsy mug of beer; like a bride ripping off her clothes, dropping snow white petals to the ground in clouds, so Nature's wastefulness seems quietly obscene. It's been doing that all week: making beauty, and throwing it away, and making more.

I smell of decay, the acrid smell of a lonely person, a person with no respect or regard for themselves.

Anyone with any brains can see I much prefer you over the brownies. For a start, it's impossible to seduce a brownie in the shower—they just fall to pieces.

Hearts can't be broken because they're made of marzipan.

happen. Buildings can fall down, the church steeple can fall off, all the leaves can fall off the trees, and all the squirrels will fall off their branches.

They were like those deep-sea creatures with watery, transparent skin: you could see the soft little jerking beans of their hearts, you understood that the very thing that was supposed to protect them was the thing that made them vulnerable, and you knew you couldn't help them, so you decided to love them instead.

But have you ever felt that something was so good it couldn't possibly last?

Everyone stopped talking and turned to her except Rider, who proceeded to shatter his teacup with his fork.

she looked fragile enough that she might shatter if touched.

She could not smash anything without breaking herself.

Slowly, the fire rolled down to her hands, and there was this jittery flame and she was holding it. She was holding it in her hands, cupped together. It looked like what love must look like, just barely there, so easy to extinguish. ? Kevin Wilson tags: nothing-to-see-here

A shack made of ribs. A house made of out. A car made of rust. A smile made of doubt.

It was only a smile, nothing more. It didn't make everything all right. It didn't make ANYTHING all right. Only a smile. A tiny thing. A leaf in the woods, shaking in the wake of a startled bird's flight. But I'll take it. With open arms. Because when spring comes, it melts the snow one flake at a time, and maybe I just witnessed the first flake melting. - Amir

It was only a smile, nothing more. It didn't make everything all right. It didn't make ANYTHING all right. Only a smile. A tiny thing. A leaf in the woods, shaking in the wake of a startled bird's flight. But I'll take it. With open arms. Because when spring comes, it melts the snow one flake at a time, and maybe I just witnessed the first flake melting. - Amir

The leaves of Lajwanti* wither with the touch of human hands.' A

Yaaro mujhey muaaf rakho main nashey mein hoon Ab do to jaam khaali hee do main nashey mein hoon Masti sey barhamee hai meree guftagoo key beech Jo chaaho tum bhee mujh ko kaho main nashey mein hoon. Maazur hoon, jo paaon mera betarah padey Tum sargiraan to mujh sey na ho main nashey mein hoon. Bhaagee namaaz-e-jumma to jaatee nahee hai kuchh Chalta hoon main bhee, tuk to raho main nashey mein hoon Naazuk mizaaj aap qayaamat hain Meer jee Joon sheesha merey munh na lago main nashey mein hoon