Quotes About Fragility

The traces of our life here will lie cold and still, dreaming, like the brittle eyes of dolls in an abandoned cabin, and the last men will look to them for explanations, or apologies.

By then Esthappen and Rahel had learned that the world had other ways of breaking men. They were already familiar with the smell. Sicksweet. Like old roses on a breeze.

Greatness stands upon a precipice, and if prosperity carries a man never so little beyond his poise, it overbears and dashes him to pieces.

Man, at his best, remains a sort of one-lunged animal, never completely rounded and perfect, as a cockroach, say, is perfect.

The purer the golden vessel, the more readily is it bent; the higher worth of woman is sooner lost than that of man.

We are all men, feeble, frail, and apt to faint.

suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.

The life of man in this world is like the life of a fly in a room filled with 100 boys, each armed with a fly-swatter.

It is strange how fragile this man-creature is.....in one second he's just garbage. Garbage, that's all.

Let guilty men remember, their black deeds Do lean on crutches made of slender reeds.

All men are just accumulations dolls stuffed with sawdust swept up from the trash heaps where all previous dolls had been thrown away.

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.

Alas, poor men, their destiny. When all goes well a shadow will overthrow it. If it be unkind one stroke of a wet sponge wipes all the picture out.

Beyond age, leaf withered, man goes three footed no stronger than a child is, a dream that falters in daylight.

How hollow is the heart of man, and how full of excrement!

The great mountain must collapse, the mighty beam must break and the wise man wither like a plant.

Somewhere in the world is the most invincible man. Just as somewhere is the most vulnerable.

There's no man on this earth can even be assured he'll have a next day.

The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie On earthly bliss; it breaks at every breeze.

The world's a bubble, and the life of man, Less than a span.

Man is imperfect. The reality he creates is always endangered by man.

Man is a torch borne in the wind; a dream But of a shadow, summed with all his substance.

Whatever is made by the hand of man, by the hand of man may be overturned.

I believe that if you are talking about economic stress, the systems of the world are very fragile, and if we put our hope and trust in the systems that men have created, they will guarantee failure.