Quotes About Fragility

The heavy rain beat down the tender branches of vine and jessamine, and trampled on them in its fury; and when the lightning gleamed, it showed the tearful leaves shivering and cowering together at the window, and tapping at it urgently, as if beseeching to be sheltered from the dismal night.

Oh! they're too beautiful to live, much too beautiful!

How slight a thing will disturb the equanimity of our frail minds!

How weak am I, that I could shed tears at this reception! I who have never experienced anything else; who have never expected anything else.

night is kinder in this respect than day, which too often destroys an air-built castle at the moment of its completion, without the least ceremony or remorse.

If you bring the boy back with his head blown to bits by a musket, don't look to me to put it together again.

As mariposas, e todo tipo de criaturas horríveis, sempre rondam a vela. O que é que a vela pode fazer?

I cannot tell you how dependent and uncertain I feel, and how exposed to hundreds of chances. All my expectations depend on one person. And how indefinite and uncertain they are!

they had a weazen little baby, with a heavy head that it couldn't hold up, and two weak staring eyes, with which it seemed to be always wondering why it had ever been born. It

A jednak by?em na tyle s?aby i jestem na tyle s?aby, by pragn??, aby pani dowiedzia?a si?, jak? w?adz? ma pani nade mn?, ?e z garstki popio?u, któr? jestem, zmieniam si? w p?omie?.

Maybe that's the way of things, too. That the more beautiful a thing is, the shorter it seems to last. People now less than flowers

Maybe that's the way of things, too. That the more beautiful a thing is, the shorter it seems to last. People no less than flowers.

Lady-bird! Lady-bird! pretty one, stay: Come sit on my finger, so happy and gay. With me shall no mischief betide thee; No harm would I do thee, no foeman is near: I only would gaze on thy beauties so dear, Those beautiful winglets beside thee.

O lady-bird, O lady-bird, With the summer coming fresh! And the April hopes and buttercups, Knitting finely, in a mesh Of sunny-shining rays, For the samite-robèd days, For my heart with all your beauty stirr'd, O lady-bird, my lady-bird!

If you took a cracked pot and you cracked that cracked pot, you'd be approaching the level of cracked pottery we are talking about here.

No living thing is indestructible, except the mosquito that you try to swat in your bedroom at 3 o'clock in the morning.

Human beings can easily destroy every elephant on earth, but we are helpless against the mosquito.

Life's Unpredictability. — Mindfulness meditation doesn't change life. Life remains as fragile and unpredictable as ever. Meditation changes the heart's capacity to accept life as it is.

Eggs and oaths are easily broken.

When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed....

Carelessness doesn't bounce — it shatters.

Eine Rose gebrochen, ehe der Sturm sie entblättert.

What would you like, black or green?" "Green, please. It has an earthier taste." "What is you name?" "Leila. It means 'evening,' but I would rather have a morning name. I was at the other party, but I like your party better." "I see. Cup or mug?" "Cup, please. The best china. Gold-rimmed, no flowers. No cracks or chips. It's okay. I don't break things.

Air was filtering out of my two collapsing lungs. Water rose, bubbling to enter, and I would have died of instantaneous pneumonia - something I have never heard of - if my hand had not got hold of a glass ashtray and, entirely apart from my personal decision, flung it.