Quotes About Fragility

C]haracter occurs with the lightest of brushstrokes. Naturally, it can be destroyed lightly, too.

Big words. But how fragile is Clara's atheism! Like one of those tiny glass doves Hortense keeps in the lounge cabinet – a breath would knock it over.

I've always been depressed by flowers when they wilt, drooping their dry heads to the jar with its foul-smelling water, giving off an air of neglect, better to look at an empty jar than one with a wilted bunch of flowers.

I am not free because I can be exploded anytime.

In short, there is no illusory grace left to the poverty that reigns here; it is dire, parsimonious, concentrated, threadbare poverty; as yet it has not sunk into the mire, it is only splashed by it, and though not in rags as yet, its clothing is ready to drop to pieces.

Çok mutluyum, mutluluk benim için bir hastal?k gibidir, beni yorar ve bir dü? gibi silinip gitmesinden korkar?m.

E la donna è così felice e così bella nelle ore in cui è forte, che preferisce a tutti gli uomini quello che ha una forza enorme, a costo d'essere spezzata da lui.

He will show you how, during the springtime of life, illusions, innocent hopes, silver threads of gossamer, descend from heaven and return there without ever touching the earth.

I used to be terrified of my own weakness; if acknowledged it, I thought I would be overwhelmed by it. But I am stronger and braver than that. I am not so easily broken. I am strong enough to realize that it is alright to be fragile, to be less than perfect. Staying connected to that vulnerability, ironically, gives me strength.

Beauty doesn't keep, but rots like apples.

Vezzera me miró como miran los tuberculosos condenados al reposo, a un hombre fuerte que no se jacta de ello. Y en realidad, creo que ya se precipitaba su tisis. Se

I didn't know you could break your finger just hanging up clothes. God Almighty, you situate your hand wrong between a blouse and a clothespin and everything suddenly changes. What a stupid life this is." "Did

on m a dit : tu n es que cendre et poussier.On a oublié de me dire qu il s agissait de poussieres d etoiles

met mijn schijnbare trots als onmisbaar pantser voor mijn kwetsbaarheid in een al met al vrij crapuleuze wereld

He seeks life where it is to be found: in all that is most delicate, in the folds of things.

To end its march of folly, Pakistan needs to reassess its core beliefs about a religion-based polity, reconsider the notion of permanent conflict with its larger neighbour, recreate political institutions to reflect its ethnic diversity and rebuild its economy without reliance on the largesse of others. Only then would it be able to reliably get rid of the spectre of failure or fragility and low international standing by all non-military benchmarks.

No one knows anything, really. It's all rented, or borrowed.

The sun, the moon and the stars would have disappeared long ago, had they happened to be within reach of predatory human hands.

We fight our whole lives to build and watch how easy it is for such constructions to fall.

That's a man's vital spot, the helpless thing he loves. ("Jane Brown's Body")

Love is like an eggshell, isn't it? It can never be put together again.

I bought a piece of God, ground to dust and mixed with alcohol in a glass bottle the colour of molasses.

trust is like a broken mirror, you may still see yourself, but you can never dismiss the crack.

We do everything we can to protect the people we love, whatever it takes, and it's not enough. Unlike bone, once that illusionary magic circle is broken, it can never be completely repaired, and it is not stronger at the break.