Quotes About Fragility

As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.

Only God can shape a flower, but any foolish child can pull it to pieces.

Lord God...use me as Your instrument -- but do not forsake me, for if ever I should be on my own, I would easily wreck it all.

Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.

What's taken God 200 years to create was wiped out in a couple of days by what was apparently an arsonist, And it just shows you what a sick world we live in nowadays.

From an angel's wings to a fallen star, God makes everything but unbreakable hearts.

God, what pathetic creatures had inherited the earth, to walk a little while with their eyes upon the stars and turn their gaze too soon upon the ground that held their feet!

I built myself a house of glass:It took me years to make it:And I was proud. But now, alas!Would God someone would break it.

It's nice to know that [God] can destroy us in a myriad of ways.

God has given us a universe. It's really an expensive toy with no instructions. We're gonna break it sooner or later.

Personally, I do not want to make you a man. Men are so very frail. Men break. Men die. No, I've always wished to make a god.

How fragile we are, between the few good moments.

The more perfect a thing is, the more susceptible to good and bad treatment it is.

I wake up some mornings and sit and have my coffee and look out at my beautiful garden, and I go, 'Remember how good this is. Because you can lose it.'

I was also ready to believe, though, that whatever good things I had managed to set upright could topple at any second.

good manners are an admission that everybody is so tender that they have to be handle with gloves.

All good things vanish in less than a day, Peace, plenty, pleasure, suddenly decay Go not yet away, bright soul of the sad year, The earth is hell when you leav'st to appear.

The situation of the general government, if it can be called a government, is shaken to its foundation, and liable to be overturned by every blast.

he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass.

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

The air is like a butterfly With frail blue wings. The happy earth looks at the sky And sings.

Every happiness is a hostage to fortune.

Happiness is the lucky pane of glass you carry in your head. It takes all your cunning just to hang on to it, and once it's smashed you have to move into a different sort of life.

I was still hesitant to let myself let go, because I still believed in the fragility of happiness.