Quotes About Fragility

I find it harder and harder every day to live up to my blue china.

I'm very sensitive and I'm quite a soft person, and I cry a lot when things upset me.

When I make a work, I often take it to the very edge of its collapse, and that's a very beautiful balance.

Conceit in weakest bodies works the strongest.

It's just so fragile. The growing sense of 'Oh, God, what am I doing Am I any good Will I ever work again' All those questions of self doubt, they do creep in.

You can have an ankle or shoulder injury, and in six or eight months, you're healed. But if the heart stops for a few moments, that's it.

In terms of long-term durable storage, the human mind, paradoxically, is pretty good, but it's very fragile.

This idea comes to me that we're all grass blades on the same lawn. We've grown up together, shoulder to shoulder, under the same sun, drinking the same rain. But you know what happens to grass blades—somebody cuts them down just when they reach their prime.

La robustez es preocuparse más por los pocos que valoran tu trabajo que por la multitud que lo odia (artistas); la fragilidad es preocuparse más por los pocos que odian tu trabajo que por la multitud que lo valora (políticos)». Opta por la robustez.

Once you get fancy, fancy gets broken.

Bubbles are always new; you just can't find an old bubble.

The Flower that once has blown forever dies.

I remember one time watching a bird snatch a dragonfly out of midair and thinking, 'Gee, life can come to an end - crunch! - just like that.'

Businesses operating in fragile or conflict-affected environments bear a responsibility to, at the very minimum, do no harm and avoid fuelling conflict or reinforcing fragility.

She lacks the indefinable charm of weakness. It is the feet of clay that make the gold of the image precious.

I find it harder and harder every day to live up to my blue china.

What the worm was to the corpse, his sins would be to the painted image on the canvas.

Shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on... The loves and sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plentitude.

Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flamelike as theirs;

For us, all that's left is kisses tattered as the little bees that die when they leave the hive.

And warns us to use life's beauty as it blooms. The thorn is spurned when the rose has dropped.

She laughed - a bit louder than I could have wished in my frail state of health, but then she is always a woman who tends to bring plaster falling from the ceiling when amused.

Like a jar you housed infinite tenderness And the infinite tenderness shattered you like a jar.

Like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness, and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.