Quotes About Fragility

Nothing will last forever, eventually everything will fall apart .. . Love will become a pain for a lifetime when you end up with a Broken Heart!!

We should love, not fall in love because everything that falls, gets broken.

Condoms & Hearts...When either one breaks, sh.. gets ugly.

We build to destroy and we live to die, that's the eventuality of it. Nothing lasts forever. It's sad to note that sometimes we are the destroyers and killers.

Once your heart gets broken you start to see cracks in everything.

Dear Humpty Dumpty, you are not the only one who falls and breaks into pieces. Sincerely, The Heart.

I could feel tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.

Hearts will never be practical until they are made unbreakable.

If you give your trust to a person who does not deserve it, you actually give him the power to destroy you.

Trust is like a mirror..once its BROKEN you can never look at it the same again...

Fake friends are autumn leaves; they are scattered everywhere.

Trust is like a mirror and once you feel a scar in it, it will never be the same again.

Trust is like a piece of paper, once it's crumbled up it can never be in its original shape.

Men kick friendship around like a football, but it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it goes to pieces

Friendship is like a glass ornament, once it is broken it can rarely be put back together exactly the same way.

It's really sad how one day I'll seem to have everything going right then the next day I'll lose everything so fast.

Life is a terminal disease.

Except to heaven, she is nought; Except for angels, lone; Except to some wide-wandering bee, A flower superfluous blown; Except for winds, provincial; Except by butterflies, Unnoticed as a single dew That on the acre lies

This morning I woke up and watched the news and someone died last night and I thank God for waking me up it could of being me that died last night...

We are all dying. Every single day that we are alive.

In every cradle decked with rosy wreath Lurk germs of death.

Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

We're always on breath away from something--living or dying--, sometimes it just can't be helped.

I'd love to live forever except the person that made this game board has a tendency to occasionally knock some pieces off