Quotes About Fragility

Ink drawing was a lot like life: One mistake and the whole thing was ruined.

We tiptoed around each other like heartbreaking new friends.

In my medicine cabinet, the winter fly has died of old age.

Poor [Jack Kerouac], his day is so sorrowful and worried, his reasons are so ephemeral, it's such a haunted and pitiful thing to have to live.

They didn't know that a bomb had come that could crack all our bridges and roads and reduce them to jumbles, and we would be as poor as they someday, and stretching out our hands in the same, same way.

I lay in bed and thought how easy it was to hurt a person. It didn't have to be physical. All you had to do was take a good hard kick at something they cared about.

On this thin, scarcely real and yet so perceptible sensation the whole world hung as on a faintly trembling axis, and this in turn rested on the two people in the room.

I was only 13 years old when I was forced to face the fragility of my own life. A routine surgery landed me in a medically induced coma for two weeks with a mere 1% chance of surviving. But survive I did.

Why do we as a people choose to live in beautiful and risky places? Beautiful places are relatively dangerous; the forces that made them beautiful are the same forces that will ultimately destroy them.

I'm not immortal. I'm not unbeatable.

Wars are not favourable to delicate pleasures.

He thought it disproportionate in its violence considering the fragility of us.

My face looks like a wedding-cake left out in the rain.

A young bride is like a plucked flower; but a guilty wife is like a flower that had been walked over.

Our lives are like a candle in the wind.

It is human nature to look away from illness. We don't enjoy a reminder of our own fragile mortality.

In the country I always fear that creation will expire before tea-time.

A lot of guys have muscles. A lot of strong men in this world. I think it's important to show that even under all this strength there's a fragile side, a side that can be affected.

But there's another, much darker, way in which Sylvia Earle helps us understand the size of the ocean. And that's to point out that, vast as it is, it's not so big that we can't screw it up.

Memory is the same as water. It is a still lake bathed in moonlight, a vast ocean, a violent river ready to carry you away. It can calm you or it can harm you; it is both more powerful and weaker than you'd think. It is a paradox.

A mo?e warto ?y? dalej, przetrwa? z?e chwile i pó?niej z pob?a?liwym zdumieniem przypomina? sobie te drobne okruchy kl?sk i dziwi? si?, ?e tyle mog?y znaczy? kiedy? i tak niewiele brakowa?o do ostatecznego kroku.

I zrozumia?em, ?e ju? nie ma krainy mego dzieci?stwa. ?e ?yje ona tylko we mnie i razem ze mn? rozsypie si? w proch której? nadbiegaj?cej z nico?ci godziny.

I'd be more open than a book too. My spine would crack, I'd fall out in halves.

Su muerte fue como la de un grillo cuando llega el invierno y apaga su último canto».