Quotes About Fragility

Now, sitting here, she was worried that Tully would ruin this man, who frankly looked as if he didn't have the stamina to take another hit like that.

That was the problem with having walls so hard and high and unscalable....When they came down, they crumbled completely, shattering into nothingness.

If vanity does not overthrow all virtues, at least she makes them totter.

Une minute vient de s'écouler. Cela fait environ cent morts et cent nouveau-nés de plus. Une centaine de vagissements et une centaine de derniers soupirs. Le calcul est fait depuis longtemps. Le compte est exact. C'est la balance du grouillement de l'humanité. Dans une heure, il y aura six mille cadavres sous votre lit et six mille petits enfants, tout autour de vous, pleureront par lierre ou dans des berceaux.

How quaint that life seemed now, like something you could fit inside a snow globe.

The silence, she thought, was remarkable: a perfect, shimmering thing, and fragile. Like glass, if it shattered, it would never come back together again.

Papilio stomachus: fragile creatures, vulnerable to frost and betrayal.

now, she had to be strong enough to look weak.

She was young and lovely and surprised and dead.

Folk går sönder. De kan inte alltid lagas. Men så var det inte den här gången (s. 363).

Papilio stomachus : criaturas frágiles y vulnerables a las heladas y la traición»

Apenas se cuide. Os livros podem ser imortais, mas nós não somos.

Have mercy on me, Lord, for I am weak; remember, Lord, how short my time is; remember that I am but flesh, a wind that passeth away, and cometh not again. My days are as grass, as a flower of the field; for the wind goeth over me, and I am gone, and my place shall know me no more.

You aren't the only ones who have been out there and come back. Lyons and zephrys and dead flower arrangements climb up the trellys to reach Heaven and fail. Fall right at my feet and stay there.

Friendship is a vase, which, when it is flawed by heat, or violence, or accident, may as well be broken at once; it can never be trusted after.

Life is a egg you have to be patient and carefull with it or it will brake

I can offer you my life, but it is a short life; I can offer you my heart, though I have no idea how many more beats it shall sustain

I think sometimes we are reckless with our hearts the way we are with our lives. When we give them away, we give every piece. And if we do not get what we so desperately need, how do we live?

Some lights were never meant to burn for long.

Have you ever felt that your heart contained so much that it must surely break apart

The Queen gave him a look: special and secretive and shared between the two of them. You warned her about us, the look seemed to say. That we would hurt her, break her as you might break a twig between your fingers. But you, who thought you could not be touched — you are the one who has been broken.

Love did not overcome everything. Love did not always endure. All you had could be taken away, love could be the last thing you had, and then love could be taken too.

Mundies die awfully easily, don't they?" "Isabelle, you know it's bad luck to talk about death in a sickroom.

But maybe you never really had someone, she thought now. Maybe, no matter how much you loved them, they could slip through your fingers like water, and there was nothing you could do about it. She understood why people talked about hearts "breaking"; she felt as if hers were made of cracked glass, and the shards were like tiny knives inside her chest when she breathed.