Quotes About Fragility

the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.

He wanted to sink down and hug the coals to his chest. Flamboyant...coins of light...oil, wood, tatters...fumes from acids, soap, smoke...the sunlight shattered.

Corruption, in these bugs, is splendid.

A chain is no stronger than its weakest link, and life is after all a chain.

It seems to me that when you look back at a life - yours or another's - what you see is a path that weaves into and out of deep shadow. So much is lost. What we use to construct the past is what has remained in the open, a hodgepodge of fleeting glimpses. Our histories, like my father's current body, are structures built of toothpicks. So what I recall of that last summer in New Bremen is a construct of both what stands in the light and what I imagine in the dark where I cannot see.

Our histories, like my father's current body, are structures built of toothpicks.

there is nothing so brittle as someone else's perfection.

This is a lovely world, he sighed. And yet it has suffered horror. Sometimes, so-called civilization seems bent on destroying those very things which it is sworn to protect.

Oh, how amazing it is that people can talk so much about men's power and goodness when, if God did not hold us back every moment, we should be devils incarnate!

1. Death is inevitable. 2. Our life span is decreasing continuously. 3. Death will come, whether or not we are prepared for it. 4. Human life expectancy is uncertain. 5. There are many causes of death. 6. The human body is fragile and vulnerable.20

A leafdi wes mid hire fan biset al abuten, hire lond al destruet, & heo al poure, inwið an eorðene castel.

la contemplation de la beauté était un pansement sur la laideur. Il en avait toujours été ainsi. Quand il se sentait mal, il allait se promener dans un musée. Le merveilleux demeurait la meilleure arme contre la fragilité.

Definition of the Word Delicate, Since Defining Delicacy Isn't Enough for Understanding Delicacy 1. Subtle and subdued. A delicate flavor. 2. Showing fragility. Delicate crystal. 3. Requiring sensitive or careful handling. Delicate situation. 4. Characterized by subtle judgment, deftness. Delicate chess maneuvers.

Le mieux est d'éviter de nouer des relations. Car rien ne dure.

M?lest?ba tevi pamet, neko nepaskaidrojot, un p?rdz?vojumi paliek tikai fotogr?fij?s. S?kum? dz?ve divat? š?ita tik daudzsološa, bet beig?s porcel?ns saš??st drumsl?s un lauskas griež l?dz asin?m... Un tur neko nevar dar?t, jo t?da ir b?goš? m?la.

Peut-on se soigner en se confiant à un tableau ? On parle bien d'art-thérapie, de créer pour exprimer son malaise, pour se comprendre à travers les intuitions de l'inspiration. Mais c'était différent. Pour Antoine, la contemplation de la était un pansement sur la laideur. Il en avait toujours été ainsi. Quand il se sentait mal, il allait se promener dans un musée. Le merveilleux demeurait la meilleure arme contre la fragilité.

Pouvait-on autant aimer une femme ? Une femme dans toute la force de sa fragilité

We used to think the world was so big. So indestructible. So fun. We still can't completely believe that it is as small and serious, as threatened and vulnerable, as we have made it.

There's nothing fragile about this one. That ain't a fragile nose or mouth or chin, and yet it's female, more female than them fragile-pretty types who look more like ornaments than girls.

Twee mensenvlokjes waren we, een kind en zijn moeder, zwevend in het wereldruim, zes volle jaren lang - ze waren in mijn ogen niet meer dan een paar dagen. We waren als een kinderlied, een rijm van daden en van wonderen - totdat heel zacht een zuchtje wind, een vederlichte bries, een wiekslag van een waaier, in de bladeren blies - en het vonnis velde: jij hiernaartoe, hij daarheen - en daarmee was het uit, in honderdduizend scherven.

The lesson taught by the war was clear: to be human is to be small, powerless, and subject to the forces of randomness.

The bad thing about falling into pieces is that it hurts. The good thing about it is that once you're lying there in shards you've got nothing left to protect, and so have no reason not to be honest

He thought it disproportionate in its violence considering the fragility of us.

The planet, saved for another day, stokes up its slow-burning gases and toxic dust, gold rift and scarlet gash that take our breath away; a world at its interminable show of holy dying. And we go with it, the old gatherer and hunter. To its gaudy-day, though the contribution is small, adding our handsel of warm clay.