Quotes About Fragility

Every time a branch of mine got to being a decent size, that wind just came along and broke it.

The world is chaos, punctuated by brief outbreaks of civilization. Mitch

slightest touch or movement brought on nausea

The world wavered and quivered and threatened to burst into flames.

she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.

But beauty must be broken daily to remain beautiful...

I feel certain that I'm going mad again, I feel we can't go thru another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices

For while directly we say that it [the length of human life] is ages long, we are reminded that it is briefer than the fall of a rose leaf to the ground.

She was like a crinkled poppy; with the desire to drink dry dust.

We are only lightly covered with buttoned cloth; and beneath these pavements are shells, bones and silence.

Death is woven in with the violets," said Louis. "Death and again death.")

and even a tea party means apprehension, breakage

Sometimes, one trembling star comes in the clear sky and makes me think the world beautiful and we maggots deforming even the trees with our lusts.

My heart currently resembles the ashes of my cigarettes.

My spine is soft like wax near the flame of the candle. I dream; I dream.

One rose leaf, falling from an enormous height, like a little parachute dropped from an invisible balloon, turns, flutters waveringly.

Scientifically speaking, the flesh was melted off the world. His body was macerated until only the nerve fibers were left. It was spread like a veil upon a rock.

Why is life so tragic; so like a little strip of pavement over an abyss.

I jumped up and ran after the words that trailed like the dangling string from an air ball, up and up, from branch to branch escaping. Then like a cracked bowl the fixity of my morning broke, and putting down the bag of flour I thought, Life stands round me like glass round the imprisoned reed.

For I am the weakest, the youngest of them all. I am a child looking at his feet and the little runnels that the stream has made in the gravel. That is a snail, I say; that is a leaf. I delight in the snails; I delight in the leaf. I am always the youngest, the most innocent, the most trustful. You are all protected. I am naked

Stepping through fields of flowers and taking to her breast buds that had broken and lambs that had fallen; with the stars in her eyes and the wind in her hair— He took her bag.

She would die like some bird in a frost gripping her perch.

A daddy-long-legs shot from corner to corner and hit the lamp globe. The wind blew straight dashes of rain across the window, which flashed silver as they passed through the light. A single leaf tapped hurriedly, persistently, upon the glass. There was a hurricane out at sea.

The house was left; the house was deserted. It was left like a shell on a sandhill to fill with dry salt grains now that life had left it.