Quotes About Fragility

Mortals are fragile,' I say. 'Not you,' he says in a way that sounds a little like a lament. 'You never break.

A heart of stone can still be broken.

I would remain nearer you for what time there is." "Gone in one faerie sigh," she quoted. Leather-clad fingers brushed over her short hair, rested on her cheek. "I can hold my breath.

The moment she was cursed, I lost her. Once it wears off- soon- she will be embarrassed to remember things that she said, things she did, things like this. No matter how solid she feels in my arms, she is made of smoke.

Every plan is a house of cards.

You remind me that I am a mere mortal and you are a prince of Faerie. Well, let me remind you that means you have much to lose and I have nothing.

People are fragile. They die of mistakes, of overdoses, of sickness. But mostly they die of Death.

You're mortal," he informs me. In his other hand, he's carrying an empty goblet, tipped over absently, as though he's forgotten he still carries it. "It's not safe for you here. Especially if you go around stabbing everyone.

Do you know what mortal means? It means born to die. It means deserving of death. That's what you are, what defines you—dying.

Every night, in every Coldtown, people die. People are fragile. They die of mistakes, of overdoses, of sickness. But mostly they die of Death.

Love is stupid. All we do is break one another's heart.

Perhaps you shouldn't trust me with your heart. I might break it.

Fine, fine, everyone's fine," said the vampire, a mad gleam in his red eyes, crossing his arms over his chest as Bela Lugosi did in black-and-white films. "Fine as scattered pieces of sand." She wondered how much effort it had taken him to talk to her the way he had—to, what was it he'd said? Keeping my thoughts clearly ordered—and how crazy he was going to be now, as a result of that strain.

I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have one at al. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten and scabrous thing. But it is yours.

hurt more easily than anything nice.

I feel like a constellation of wounds, held together with string and stubborness.

now normal felt fragile, as though she could unravel it all just by teasing out a single string.

I spent so much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have on at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it's yours.

I am vulnerable. No matter how careful I am, eventually I'll make another misstep. I am weak. I am fragile. I am mortal. I hate that most of all. Even if by some miracle, I could be better than them, I will never be one of them.

I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours.

Perhaps I cannot be glamoured, but that doesn't mean I cannot be broken." -The Wicked Prince

I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten and scabrous thing. But it is yours.

I am coming unraveled. I am coming undone. page 148

Who would desire to be human? Human hearts break. Human bones shatter. Human skin can tear.