Quotes About Fragility

Life is a dancing dew drop on the tip of a leaf.

Bringing you closer to the fragile edge of living is the job of a writer.

One must write poetry in such as way that if one threw the poem in a window, the pane would break.

Here the frailest leaves of me and yet my strongest lasting, Here I shade and hide my thoughts, I myself do not expose them, And yet they expose me more than all my other poems

I'm falling apart, one part after another. Falling down on the world like snow. Half of me is already on the ground, watching from below.

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Eggshells become hard to break after walking on them for so long.

The body politic, as well as the human body, begins to die as soon as it is born, and carries itself the causes of its destruction.

A reputation once broken may possibly be repaired, but the world will always keep their eyes on the spot where the crack was.

One stone is enough to break a glass, One sentence is enough to break a heart, One smile is enough to fall in love, & one God is enough to live a fulfilling life..

Be grateful for each moment, for we know not which will be our last.

How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?

The bitterest creature under heaven is the wife who discovers that her husband's bravery is only bravado, that his strength is only a uniform, that his power is but a gun in the hands of a fool.

Everybody is shaky. If

Omdat men zal weten dat over de mens niets te bewijzen valt, dat er van hem in doen en laten, in wezen en verschijning, in heden en verleden, nog geen schim valt te bekennen van wat hij is en is geweest. Wij zijn niets anders dan de strandvonders van ons eigen leven, brokstukken verzamelend langs de zee der vergetelheid. In onze hand lopen wij met de verroeste spijkers van een groot, gezonken schip - en wij denken dat dit oudroest een horloge is.

I saw bundles of dead raggedy reeds hanging down from the broken ceilings that had depicted heaven. I looked deep into the house's diseased and dying maw. It was like it had been putting on an act the whole time and was only now showing itself as it, in reality, had always been: a hollow, drafty cavern, rancid and rotting at its core.

It terrifies me, the fragility of these moments in our lives.

We're not ready for it - for people our age to die. We think we're safe for a while, but it's a dream. No one's safe.

Somewhere beyond the curtainOf distorting daysLives that lonely thingThat shone before these eyesTargeted, trod like Spring.

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams

And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief;

Loveliest of lovely things are they, On earth, that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.

Alas, the penis is such a ridiculous petitioner. It is so unreliable, though everything depends on it—the world is balanced on it like a ball on a seal's nose. It is so easily teased, insulted, betrayed, abandoned; yet it must pretend to be invulnerable, a weapon which confers magical powers upon its possessor; consequently this muscleless inchworm must try to swagger through temples and pull apart thighs like the hairiest Samson, the mightiest ram.

You always was a skinny child but turn sideways you just ain't there atall.