Quotes About Fragility

At times he agreed with Anton: they were united by their silence. If they began articulating their thoughts, they'd feed one another's insanity and everything would fall apart.

Yes, he was a rock she could cling to. But he was also a rock she could smash herself to pieces against.

Hearts are breakable," Isabelle said. "And I think even when you heal, you're never what you were before".

Or maybe it's just that beautiful things are so easily broken by the world.

He's very pretty. For a human." "He's very broken," said Magnus. "Like a lovely vase that someone has smashed. Only luck and skill can put it back together the way it was before.

This was an easy matter with a man Oft in the wrong, and never on his guard; And even the wisest, do the best they can, Have moments, hours, and days, so unprepared, That you might 'brain them with their lady's fan;' And sometimes ladies hit exceeding hard, And fans turn into falchions in fair hands, And why and wherefore no one understands.

And mine's a bubble not blown up for praise, But just to play with, as an infant plays.

Trust not one night's ice.

A dainty rogue in porcelain

My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.

The more people you love, the weaker you are.

There's nothing half so mortal as a grey goose feather.

even stone will crack and melt if a fire is hot enough.

We are walking on a bridge of ice with an abyss on either side.

Shall I ask again?" wondered Xaro. "No, I know that smile. It is a cruel queen who dices with men's hearts. Humble merchants like myself are no more than stones beneath your jeweled sandals." A single tear ran slowly down his pale white cheek.

Maester Luwin made a little boy of clay, baked him till he was hard and brittle, dressed him in Bran's clothes, and flung him off a roof. Bran remembered the way he shattered. "But I never fall," he said, falling.

We mean are so weak. Our bodies betray even the noblest of us.

the world is one great web, and a man dare not touch a single strand lest all the others tremble.

but the world is one great web, and a man dare not touch a single strand lest all the others tremble.

Lo, sifted through the winds that blow, Down comes the soft and silent snow, White petals from the flowers that grow In the cold atmosphere.

Men are actually the weaker sex.

It is one of the most mysterious penalties of men that they should be forced to confide the most precious of their possessions to things so unstable and ever changing, alas, as words .

hung like a trembling curtain of black lace

Eventually the warm wind and the rain of winter seemed to polish the sky, so that when January arrived it shone a clear, tender blue … the same blue as that of the tiny flames that devoured the olive logs in the charcoal pits. The nights were still and cool, with a moon so fragile it barely freckled the sea with silver points. The dawns were pale and translucent until the sun rose, mist-wrapped, like a gigantic silkworm cocoon, and washed the island with a delicate bloom of gold dust.