Quotes About Fragility

It took courage to let things fall apart so beautifully.

Why do you weep? Did you think I was immortal?

Death is a fickle hen, and random are her eggs.

If the heart stops for more than two minutes, you have massive brain death. There are only two minutes between our conscious world and zero. That's how fragile our consciousness is.

There are ways of dying that don't end in funerals. Types of death you can't smell.

No fruit dies so vile and offensive a death as the banana.

We live on the cusp of death Thinking it won't be us

Death rides on every passing breeze, He lurks in every flower.

We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.

She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.

I like thinking about the fragility of the human flesh and our bodies - our decay and eventual death.

Just think: in all the clean, beautiful reaches of the solar system, our planet alone is a blot; our planet alone has death.

What is born will die, What has been gathered will be dispersed, What has been accumulated will be exhausted, What has been built up will collapse, And what has been high will be brought low.

A única obsessão que todos querem: 'amor'. As pessoas pensam que ao se apaixonar, elas se tornam inteiras? A união platônica de almas? Eu penso o contrário. Eu acho que você é inteiro antes de começar. E o amor quebra você. Você está inteiro, e então está quebrado.

He is fragile, like a prince of ice, of glass.

The one thing that Jane's death should teach us is that life is precious and every day is a gift that we should treasure.

When she looked down the hall at Anne and at me it was as if she looked straight through us, as if we were nothing but clear panes of Venetian glass and all she wanted to know was what might be beyond. She did not seem to envy us, nor see us as rivals to her father's attention or even as a danger to her mother's place. She saw us as a pair of light women, so insubstantial that the wind might blow us away in a merciful puff. She

The Japanese believe that sadness comes from an awareness of the fragility of life at the same time one is captivated by its transient beauty. The cherry blossoms. But that is a very superficial understanding of sadness, may I say. True sadness arises when we realize that the world around us is imperishable, and rather ugly.

We too are so dazzled by power and money as to forget our essential fragility, forget that all of us our in the ghetto, that the ghetto is fenced in, that beyond the fence stands the lords of death, and not far away the train is waiting.

Come Rumkowski, anche noi siamo così abbagliati dal potere e dal prestigio da dimenticare la nostra fragilità essenziale: col potere veniamo a patti, volentieri o no, dimenticando che nel ghetto siamo tutti, che il ghetto è cintato, che fuori del recinto stanno i signori della morte, e che poco lontano aspetta il treno.

Sunt lacrimae rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt

people don't realize that you have to take care of snow domes and keep them clean and filled with water or they'll dry out

Few things were as incalculable as men who were at once stupid and thin-skinned.

Because I'm so tired of worshipping breakable things. Because I wanted to see the impulse through. Because I wanted to see the look on their faces. Because I wanted to do something that I've kept inside of me so they could see what's been inside me all this time.