Quotes About Fragility

Here's why I don't like these stories: They highlight that 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 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." - Cardan

Cardan hätte der Junge aus dem Herzen aus Stein aus Aslogs Geschichte sein sollen, doch irgendwie hatte er es zugelassen, dass sein Herz zu Glas geworden war. Mit jedem Atemzug spürte er die zerbrochenen Scherben in seiner Lunge.

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.

Lo que pasa es que a veces forzamos demasiado nuestros juguetes y se acaban rompiendo.

We- the Folk- don't love like you do,' Locke said. 'Perhaps you shouldn't trust me with your heart. I might break it.

Humans are like mice,' Balekin went on. 'Dead before they learn how to be canny.

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

The scent of weakness is headier than blood.

Strike a glass, and it will not endure an instant; simply do not strike it, and it will endure a thousand years. —G. K. CHESTERTON, ORTHODOXY

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.

I don't know what I want.' The words come out a whisper, too true by half. 'Destruction and ruin,' she says with a clack of her tongue. 'I can practically smell it on you.

Pasé gran parte de mi vida cuidando mi corazón. Lo guardé tan bien que podía comportarme como si no tuviera ninguno. Incluso ahora, es una cosa raída, carcomida y escabrosa. Pero es tuyo

We're not mortal. We will break you. You're a fragile little thing; we'd hardly need to try. Give up." "Never," I say. He smiles, smug. "Never? Never is like forever - too big for mortals to comprehend.

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.

It'll rot,' I say. 'And so will we.

Here's why I don't like these stories: They highlight that 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.

I couldn't be the child that they had loved. Not after everything that happened to me. Not after learning that I am made of sticks and snow.

It was so beautiful to know that I would go on forever, and so terrible to know that the part of me that fought through the pain of existence as Cadence Drake would never be only Cadence Drake beyond the few brief, flickering instants that my fragile fleshself survived. I would be absorbed into the greater whole and would cease to exist.

Everything that has ever been beautiful has been burned. Like you.

Life and death are balanced on the edge of a razor.

Nothing feebler does earth nurture than man, Of all things breathing and moving.

Words like winter snowflakes.

Of all creatures that breathe and move upon the earth, nothing is bred that is weaker than man.