Quotes About Fragility

Pulvis et umbra sumus," said James once, out loud in class, after hearing too many whispers. "My father says that sometimes. We are but dust and shadows. Maybe I'm just -getting a head start on all of you.

What they had between them was still as fragile as flickering candle flame, as delicate as eggshell - and he knew that if it shattered, if he somehow let it break and be destroyed, something inside him would shatter too, something that could never be fixed.

We are so much lovelier when we fall.

Because that which was new was almost always temporary. And that which was temporary broke your heart.

But I also meant that loving someone really opening your heart to them is just asking to have your heart smashed and handed back to you in little pieces.

Hunter enfolded Loretta's hand in his and nudged his stallion into a walk, pulling her along with him toward his lodge. He had forgotten how small her hand felt, how fragile the network of bones, how soft her skin. His stomach tightened with delicious anticipation. No brave he knew had a woman such as this.

People who know me know I'm strong, but I'm vulnerable.

Since we all know for a fact that we're all going to die, why don't we all treat each other like we could lose each other at any minute?

So I sort of broke into a million pieces but didn't let the pieces all tumble apart. Like I tried to just be cracked all over but not shattered.

It's a hard thing to explain, but in some ways if you're broken, you're always broken. In some ways. It's like the difference between a china mug that's lying in pieces on your floor or one that's been carefully glued back together: it might not look as pretty as a brand-new one, and you might have to be a little more careful with it, but at least you can drink out of it. It works.

You carry your death in every cell of you. Every tiny mote in your body is dying, faster than sleight of hand. You are always dying, every second. How could I take that out of you?

Ma come facevi ad avere un cuore quando tutti volevano averne un pezzo? E ci riuscivano, finché non te ne restava più niente. Ecco cosa intendeva. Tutti le sbranavano il cuore, come lupi. - Fin

Of course, "white tears" does not refer to all pain but to the particular emotional fragility a white person experiences when they find racial stress so intolerable they become hypersensitive and defensive, focusing the stress back to their own bruised ego.

white tears" does not refer to all pain but to the particular emotional fragility a white person experiences when they find racial stress so intolerable they become hypersensitive and defensive, focusing the stress back to their own bruised ego.

His spirit is like a guttering candle

You were like a flame blown by the wind until it is almost extinguished. All I had to do was put the glass around you. And now, how you shine!

My Tom died as babies do, gently and without complaint. Because they have been such a little time with us, they seem to hold to life but weakly.

When life events mimic shattered glass, carefully locate the pieces then gently pick them up.

IL LAMPO E cielo e terra si mostrò qual era: la terra ansante, livida, in sussulto; il cielo ingombro, tragico, disfatto: bianca bianca nel tacito tumulto una casa apparì sparì d'un tratto; come un occhio, che, largo, esterrefatto, s'aprì si chiuse, nella notte nera.

NOVEMBRE Gemmea l'aria, il sole così chiaro che tu ricerchi gli albicocchi in fiore, e del prunalbo l'odorino amaro senti nel cuore... Ma secco è il pruno, e le stecchite piante di nere trame segnano il sereno, e vuoto il cielo, e cavo al piè sonante sembra il terreno. Silenzio, intorno: solo, alle ventate, odi lontano, da giardini ed orti, di foglie un cader fragile. È l'estate, fredda, dei morti.

Il cuore si stanca anche lui, vedi; e se ne va a pezzo a pezzo, come le robe vecchie si disfanno nel bucato.

He would not want to sound like a haunted man; he would not want to sound as though he was calling from a welfare hotel, years too late, to say Yes, that was a baby we had together, it would have been a baby. For he could not help now but recall the doctor explaining about that child, a boy, who had appeared so mysteriously perfect in the ultrasound. Transparent, he had looked, and gelatinous, all soft head and quick heart; but he would have, in being born, broken every bone in his body.

Uniti rappresentavano un fronte invincibile. Doveva cercare di affrontarli a uno a uno. Perché nell'uomo solo anche la corazza del male è più fragile. Quando la coscienza inquieta urla e non c'è un coro di voci a sopraffarla.

Most people believe that if you go in and try to micromanage a forest, it is possible to destroy the very thing that makes it a unique and special place. That's just as true of the Net.