Quotes About Fragility

What a sad thing men are. Can't do nothing good without being so weak we have to mess it up. Can't build something up without tearing it down.

Our condition as men is risky and ticklish enough. One can not be sure of himself and his fortune an hour, but he may be whisked off into some pitiable or ridiculous plight.

Steadfast Seas and MountainsThe lofty mountains and the seas, Being mountains, being seas, Both exist and are real. But frail as flowers are the lives of men, Passing phantoms of this world.

No man may be completely invulnerable.

We go on dating from Cold Fridays and Great Snows; but a little colder Friday, or greater snow would put a period to man's existence on the globe.

Cease ye from man, whose breath is in his nostrils.

It is seldom men think of death in the pride of their health and strength.

We both spend our money on things that break too easily like… people.

So fair, so cold; like a morning of pale spring still clinging to winter's chill.

My life is like the summer rose That opens to the morning sky, But ere the shades of evening close Is scattered on the ground - to die.

i decapitated dandelions all morning, leaving carnage and death strewn into my path.

Human life is just dangerous, in general. You know, waking up in the morning, you could get hit by a car. Wherever you go, you could choke on a fish bone and die. You never know.

It is astonishing just how much of what we are can be tied to the beds we wake up in in the morning, and it is astonishing how fragile that can be.

When the mothers start to shatter, then everything just comes undone.

People need to be cautious because anything built by man can be destroyed by Mother Nature.

I thought how tenuous the links were between mother and children between friends family things you think are eternal. Everything could be lost more easily than anyone could imagine.

Everything had felt so precarious since her mother's death, like she was walking on a bridge made of paper.

Life is like a cobweb, not an organization chart.

Be it Schumacher or a Shoe-maker, we are all racing toward the same finishline. Realizing the fragility of life can race you to greatness

Screws fall out all the time, the world is an imperfect place.

Man is but a reed, the most feeble thing in nature, but he is a thinking reed.

A sensitive plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan like leaves to the light, and closed them beneath the kisses of night.

Bees blew like cake-crumbs through the golden air, white butterflies like sugared wafers, and when it wasn't raining a diamond dust took over which veiled and yet magnified all things

I have no enthusiasm for nature which the slightest chill will not instantly destroy.