Quotes About Fragility

The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyone the sculpted flower.

States that rise quickly, just as all the other things of nature that are born and grow rapidly, cannot have roots and ramifications; the first bad weather kills them

How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms!

What is pretty in nature is confined to the thin skin of the globe upon which we huddle. Scratch that skin, and nature's daemonic ugliness will erupt.

Nature will kill you without a minute's thought, and in nastier ways than a crazy guy with agun. It doesn't make her any less beautiful.

People don't know to make a leaf, but they know how to destroy one.

oh, the heartbreakingly beautiful tender weight of being human.

We are humanity, the banner read. Wrong. We're pale reflections of it, weak shadows, distant echoes.

...life is extremely resilient but not infinitely so.

Nature has always been and always will be, as far as my tiny brain can understand, miraculous. Except, nature won't last because the world won't.

Idols must never be touched: the gilt will come off on our hands.

A truly appreciative child will break, lose, spoil, or fondle to death any really successful gift within a matter of minutes.

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

When I look back on my childhood, I think of that short time in Beirut. I know that seeing the city collapse around me forced me to grasp something many people miss: the fragility of peace.

We're all only fragile threads but what a tapestry we make.

We don't know where our first impressions come from or precisely what they mean, so we don't always appreciate their fragility.

It takes billions of years to create a human being. And it takes only a few seconds to die.

Life is like a snowflake—transient, translucent, adventurous, ephemeral, and beautiful.

We are creatures built on a house of cards of language.

When you live in a glass house, buying curtains for the windows doesn't help.

Life is so transient, finite, and fragile that there is no time to hate anyone.

Life itself is a rickety building

You have to be grateful for the small things, when any minute might be your last.

The fragile nature of youth is at last hardened by the agony of experience.