Quotes About Fragility

I'm a dandelion in a harsh wind.

I'm a butterfly that's hurt its wings against a hard world to-night.

My heart is glass, daily shattered...

How beautiful and ugly is this world, producer of patchwork hearts — torn by civilized days, mended in nature and solitude — some weaker at the seams than others.

The tougher you are, the more fragile.

Flowers grow in inches, but are destroyed by feet.

fragility of life, finality of death

We won't break, Mary. We look very small, but the reed can carry weight.

Pompeii has nothing to teach us, we know crack of volcanic fissure, slow flow of terrible lava, pressure on heart, lungs, the brain about to burst its brittle case (what the skull can endure!)

Wir leben in einem Haus, das ständig zusammenzubrechen droht, und können nicht viel mehr unternehmen, als hier einen Balken abzustützen und dort das Dach zu flicken, damit es nicht hineinregnet. Wenn du dann morgens durch die Stube gehst, brichst du schon wieder durch die Dielen.

The reality of living was never greater than when you held death clutched tightly in your hands.

In the midst of life we are in death,'" said Miss Ophelia.

so well is the harp of human feeling strung, that nothing but a crash that breaks every string can wholly mar its harmony;

There was something frantic in their blooming, as if they knew that frost was near and then the bitter cold. They'd lived through all the heat and noise and stench of summertime, and now each widely opened flower was like a triumphant cry, "We will, we will make seed before we die.

The sun, the moon and the stars would have disappeared long ago had they happened to be within the reach of predatory human hands.

I embraced my mother as well, gently, because I'd outgrown her at age twelve and if I squeezed her too tight, she might snap. You didn't crush flowers, you didn't squeeze birds, and you didn't break your mum.

From the way that people have always talked about your heart being broken, it sort of seemed to be a one-time thing. Mine seemed to break all the time.

mirrors, and scraps of scribbled

For all their strength, men were sometimes like little children.

yet Bennie, like most highly defended people, is total mush beneath the carapace.

Ecstasy and vulnerability belonged in the same dish. The fear the cup would be snatched away was what gave the wine its savor.

Everybody will die, of course, sooner or later. Circus performers will die, and clarinet experts will die, and you and I will die, and there might be a person who lives on your block, right now, who is not looking both ways before he crosses the street and who will die in just in a few seconds, all because of a bus. Everybody will die, but very few people want to be reminded of that fact.

The song is called "The Itsy Bitsy Spider," and it is one of the saddest songs ever composed. It tells the story of a small spider who is trying to climb up a water spout, but every time its climb is half over, there is a great burst of water, either due to rain or somebody turning the spout on, and at the end of the song, the spider has decided to try one more time, and will likely be washed away once again.

Castles made of sand slip into the sea eventually ~ JIMI HENDRIX, MUSICIAN