Quotes About Fragility

As long as art is the beauty parlor of civilization, neither art nor civilization is secure.

All beauty that surrounds us must one day perish.

Only when I saw the Earth from space, in all its ineffable beauty and fragility, did I realize that humankind's most urgent task is to cherish and preserve it for future generations.

An appearance of delicacy, and even fragility, is almost essential to beauty.

Broken people are so beautiful. They have to put themselves back together every day.

The most unreliable thing in this world is human relationships.

Because to confide a part of your soul to something that can think and move for itself is obviously a very risky business.

It takes hundreds of nuts to hold a car together, but it takes only one of them to scatter it all over the highway.

we might realize that we are on the verge of something. We might realize that this is a very vulnerable and tender place, and that tenderness can go either way.

Ze wist maar al te goed, terwijl ze daar in het doffe namiddaglicht zat met de potsierlijke verzameling kommen en schalen voor haar uitgestald, dat eenzaamheid tot eenzaamheid sprak en dat hij een rechtstreeks appél op haar gevoelens deed.

Glass is material sea.

My grandmother's hands floated like wings of bone in the dark, then they were birds, then small disks of light and then bones again, and then it was dawn.

I could go at any time now.

You could of heard a spider sip a breath.

if you tried to take into account all the heartbreak behind the lighted windows of a single city on a single night, your head would explode clean off your neck. [Ineffectual Tribute to Len]

Truly embracing the fragility and tensions of life...brings with it the possibility of true joy.

In this dark world where he now dwelt, ugly things and surprising things and once in a long while a tiny wondrous thing spilled out at him constantly; he could count on nothing.

This is a cardboard universe, and if you lean too long or too heavily against it, you fall through.

I resemble that worm which crawls through dust, Lives in the dust, eats dust Until a passerby's foot crushes it.

Eierkopf. Egghead. Because the big double-domed empty heads break so easily . . . in the street brawls.

I resemble that worm which crawls through dust, Lives in the dust, eats dust Until a passerby's foot crushes it.

The idea hovered and shimmered delicately, like a soap bubble, and she dared not even look at it directly in case it burst. But she was familiar with the way of ideas, and she let it shimmer, looking away, thinking about something else.

Men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season. We love them; they are brave, proud, beautiful, and clever.

Men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season. We love them; they are brave, proud, beautiful, clever; and they die almost at once. They die so soon that our hearts are continually wracked with pain.