Quotes About Fragility

Mom had gotten herself so gorgeous she nearly broke the mirror

A hole opened up and he had to know what was inside it. So he picked and picked until the hole was huge, and then everything sort of... fell in, him, his wife, his kid, and this fragile life they'd built at the edge of this hole. And that's why he was here, because he'd begun wondering if maybe his father hadn't fallen in the same hole -

Who could believe that in such overwhelming beauty exists such fragility?

But when I come out of the woods, when I see the basket, scarcely a handful of words remain. The majority disappear. They vanish into thin air, they flow like water between my fingers. Because the basket is memory, and memory betrays me, memory doesn't hold up.

There had been a brittle quality to her, something unyielding, a young person who carried about her a premonition of old age.

My mother, by now, clings to life like a yellowing piece of Scotch tape in a scrapbook. It can detach at any moment, and yet it still does the job. All you need to do is turn the page to unstick it, so that it leaves a pale rectangular stain behind. I'm not impressed by what I've just written, it feels overwrought, but I hold on to the receipt.

A lot of artists don't survive, do they? You work very hard and finally you get what you want and it destroys you.

When life goes, the body becomes weaker

I have the deepest admiration for Angela Palmer and her work so having my helmet as her subject has been a true honour for me. I think the sculpture is stunning and very striking, it's the most incredible combination of strength with fragility.

I feel I'm often misunderstood by critics. People project a lot or exaggerate the subjective fragility simply because it's frightening to them.

Hearing is a subjective experience, but I never really understood that it's the same with seeing as well. I always thought that everything we see is the same for everyone. But having these more psychedelic experiences of being really, really sad made me realize how brittle reality can be.

Man is harder than iron, stronger than stone and more fragile than a rose.

To be satisfied with what I have. Not to postpone things. That life is fragile.

It takes 8,460 bolts to assemble an automobile, and one nut to scatter it all over the road.

Everything that just recently had seemed eternal and solid as rock was so quickly turned into rack and ruin you just wanted to shut your eyes and forget.

A fine glass vase goes from treasure to trash, the moment it is broken. Fortunately, something else happens to you and me. Pick up your pieces. Then, help me gather mine.

the Empress said, her own breath coming in gasps, lips against her daughter's cold forehead and soft hair—her hair at least was still the same, soft, delicate, sweet cobwebs. . . .

Now her life was under attack, and she [Kit] was shocked to find how fragile everything she'd built really was. She was dumbfounded, too to find that while people were being ripped from her life like paper dolls from a chain, she longed to be the one who'd be gone first.

It's much easier to destroy a life than it is to live one.'

All beauty of this world is wet with the dew of tears.

But beauty must be broken daily to remain beautiful.

I can see the beauty of glass objects fully at the moment when they slip from my hand

Beauty is a frail good.

That's the hell of sand castles. They are always doomed. That's part of their beauty — their impermanence.