Quotes About Fragility

Women play with their beauty as children do with a knife. They wound themselves.

Creyéndose bella, conocía muy bien, aunque de un modo vago, que tenía un arma. Las mujeres juegan con su belleza como los niños con un cuchillo, y se hieren.

Nada je krhka stvar, jako lomljiva ako se njome pre?esto barata.

Isabelle seems unbreakable. She has a steel exterior, but it protects a candyfloss heart. Don't hurt her, that's what I'm saying. If you don't love her--' 'I do.' Vianne studied him. 'Does she know?' 'I hope not.

The Mularkeys all saw love as a durable, reliable thing, easy to recognize... Love could be more fragile than a sparrow's bone.

Don't take peace for granted. It can shatter like glass.

Leni felt the sudden fragility of her world, of the world itself. She barely remembered Before. Maybe she didn't remember it at all, in fact. Maybe the images she did have-Dad lifting her onto his shoulders, pulling petals from a daisy, holding a buttercup to her chin, reading her a bedtime story-maybe these were all images she'd taken from pictures and imbued with an imagined life.

Yeah. Well. The glass can be half empty or half full." Leni knew the glass was broken.

Nina lowered the camera slowly, feeling naked suddenly, vulnerable. Without that thin layer of a glass lens, she was here instead of there, looking at her father, who was dying.

It is amazing how quickly a bone can heal. If only the heart were as durable.

It's amazing how quickly a bone can heal. If only the heart were as durable.

felt to her as if her family stood poised on the edge of a great precipice that could collapse at any second, crumble away like the houses that crashed down Seattle's unstable, waterlogged hillsides.

That spring, rain fell in great sweeping gusts that rattled the rooftops. Water found its way into the smallest cracks and undermined the sturdiest foundations. Chunks of land that had been steady for generations fell like slag heaps on the roads below, taking houses and cars and swimming pools down with them.

She knew Miles didn't understand. Last night he'd made that sound—that sigh of desperation or despair—when she couldn't change into a nightgown. He didn't understand how fragile she felt. If she lifted her arms, they might break off.

They might not even have tomorrow. She hated that her first time would be bathed in sorrow, steeped in a sense of having already lost what they'd just found, but that was the world now. One

and it reminds me how fragile we all are, how easily we can wound one another, especially when love is involved.

Don't take peace for granted, he'd said to her often. It can shatter like glass.

world could tumble, change radically in two days, with just one less person living in it.

Love could be more fragile than a sparrow's bone.

Don't take peace for granted, he'd said to her often. It can shatter like glass.

She knew how fragile it all was: her family, her parents. One thing every child of a POW knew was how easily people could be broken.

The world could tumble, change radically in two days, with just one less person living in it

Le parecía que la veía como una especie de jarrón que pudiera romperse y volver a pegarse como si tal cosa, pero ella sabía que si pasaba lo peor, si se hacía añicos como de cristal, algunos fragmentos se perderían para siempre.

If there was one thing she'd learned in all of this, it was that life—and love—can be gone any second. When you had it, you needed to hang on with all your strength and savor every second.