Quotes About Fragility

The weak fear happiness itself. They can harm themselves on cotton wool. Sometimes they are wounded by happiness.

Working at King Henry's, and later at St Oswald's, I had always had to be tough on myself, and gentle on men. Men are so very fragile, Roy; so unused to being challenged.

Things that break - be they bones, hearts, or promises - can be put back together but will never really be whole.

I told myself that if I didn't care, this wouldn't have hurt so much - surely that proved I was alive and human and all those touchy-feely things, for once and for all. But that wasn't a relief, not when I felt like a skyscraper with dynamite on every floor.

You are only as invincible as your smallest weakness, and those are tiny indeed - the length of a sleeping baby's eyelash, the span of a child's hand. Life turns on a dime, and - it turns out - so does one's conscience.

something is always falling apart in me.

We have been naive enough to believe that we were invincible; that we could run blind through the hairpin turns of life at treacherous speeds and never crash.

You can have the best intentions, but the moment there's a hairline crack, it is only a matter of time before you go to pieces.

I don't know the first thing about holding together a family, especially one that resembles an heirloom vase, shattered but glued back together for its beauty, and no one mentions that you can see the cracks as plain as day.

There are so many ways a family can unravel. All it takes is a tiny slash of selfishness, a rip of greed, a puncture of bad luck. And yet, woven tightly, family can be the strongest bond imaginable.

I imagined what it would be like to hold a butterfly in your hands something bejeweled and treasured and to know that despite your devotion it was dying by degrees.

The world just feels different for those of us who come alive after dark. It's more fragile and unreal, a replica of the one everyone else inhabits.

We are so lucky to have our children, even for a little while, but we take them for granted. We make the stupid assumption that as long as we are here, they will be, too, though that's never been part of the contract.

Nobody is guaranteed tomorrow—I realize that viscerally now—but that doesn't keep us from feeling cheated when it's yanked away.

Parenthood was like awakening to find a soap bubble in the cup of your palm, and being told you had to carry it while you parachuted from a dizzying height, climbed a mountain range, battled on the front lines. All you wanted to do was tuck it away, safe from natural disasters and violence and prejudice and sarcasm, but that was not an option. You lived in daily fear of watching it burst, of breaking it yourself. Somehow you knew that if it disappeared, you would, too.

I remember for that one moment, I believe I was hitch hiking on one of those comets, falling so fast that I'd surely burn away before I ever hit the ground.

Sometimes I think the human heart is just a simple shelf. There's only so much you can pile onto it before something falls off an edge and you are left to pick up the pieces.

People are not rain or snow or autumn leaves; they do not look beautiful when they fall.

It is real easy to be grateful when you realize nothing is guaranteed.None of it. The stuff, the talent, the day. It is all a gift, don't throw it away.

Dont say you hate your life because it can be gone in an instant. Be thankful for what you have because you never know what'll happen next.

Everyday Is Not A Promise For Anybody. When You Sleep May The Next Day Would Not Wake Up. Tonight Might Be Your Last Night.If You Wake Up the Next Morning Just Thank Good For Another Day. You See He didn't Have To Wake You Up. But he did.

During our visits, he consumed an embarrassingly varied assortment of cheap beer and wine, vacillating between fury and melancholy as one might imagine Richard Nixon to be doing not far away. Sometimes he choked on his emotions so badly I feared I would have to perform the Heimlich maneuver on him.

Like the homeless, refugees are living embodiments of a disturbing possibility: that human privileges are quite fragile, that one's home, family, and nation are one catastrophe away from being destroyed.

Fortune is like a wall that falls on those who lean on it.