Quotes About Fragility

What is given may be taken away, at any time. Cruelty and devastation wait for you around corners, inside coffers, behind doors: they can leap out at you at any moment, like a thief or brigand. The trick is never to let down your guard. Never think you are safe. Never take for granted that your children's hearts beat, that they sup milk, that they draw breath, that they walk and speak and smile

We will hit the ocean or the ground at speed and we will explode like cans of soda.

Holding my child, I realised my vulnerability to death: I was frightened of it, for the first time. I knew all too well how fine a membrane separates us from that place, and how easily it can be perforated. —

Suzy Zeus is tense as stemware, not explosive, just on edge— needs a ten-foot wall around her, or at least a ten-foot hedge, Suzy's straining, teeth to toenails, easing backward on the ledge.

And then I opened my eyes and it was just Grace and me - nothing anywhere but Grace and me - she pressing her lips together as though she were keeping my kiss inside her, and me, holding this moment that was as fragile as a bird in my hands.

This peace will leave us as a cluster of dust...

How much I love you! How much you are you! and intimidated by his own soul: There is no I now, but she is now in me. No she, but I am in her fragility. How I fear For my dream, lest it see a dream that is not she at The end of this song… — Mahmoud Darwish, from "The Strangers' Walk," Why Did You Leave the Horse Alone? , trans. by Mohammad Shaheen ( Hesperus Press, 2014)

The flower in the vase smiles, but no longer laughs.

Insight is not a lightbulb that goes off inside our heads. It is a flickering candle that can easily be snuffed out.

Those fools, the poets, compare a girl in the bloom of youth to a flower. But that's not right; flowers are too tough. A soap bubble would be better. A thing of wonder, too fragile to exist.

Just remember, Callum when you're floating up and up in your bubble, that bubbles have a habit of bursting. The higher you climb, the further you have to fall.

That was all it took – a shower of rain, the slam of a door, the thrust of a knife or a gunshot – and just like that, a person could be gone with nothing but the memories of others to show that they'd ever existed.

when you're floating up and up in your bubble, that bubbles have a habit of bursting. The higher you climb, the further you have to fall.

La sang li circula veloç, la carn se li esponja, humida, i és arreu que se sent fràgil perquè és tota ella que l'estima.

La lengua de la mariposa es una trompa enroscada como un muelle de reloj. Si hay una flor que la atrae, la desenrolla y la mete en el cáliz para chupar. Cuando lleváis el dedo humedecido a un tarro de azúcar, ¿a qué sentís ya el dulce en la boca como si la yema fuese la punta de la lengua? Pues así es la lengua de la mariposa.

el humano no es fruto de la perfección, sino de una enfermedad

Il suffit de cesser de croire une seule seconde pour que le rêve se brise en mille morceaux

That's an animal fable about humility. If you survive your mistake, you must learn from it. Accept that you're fragile, vulnerable, and sometimes stupid. Realize that you're not immortal and you've got to take care of yourself. And then laugh it off and fly away.

What I'm saying is that we all hold, in our minds, the ability to create images that would break us in half.

Dear Friend: I have nearly died three times since morning.

Everything that seems imperishable tends to extinguishment.

Ma quando di un lontano passato non rimane più nulla, dopo la morte delle creature, dopo la distruzione delle cose, soli e più fragili ma più vivaci, più immateriali, più persistenti, più fedeli, l'odore e il sapore permangono ancora a lungo, come anime, a ricordare, ad attendere, a sperare, sulla rovina di tutto, a sorreggere senza tremare - loro, goccioline quasi impalpabili - l'immenso edificio del ricordo.

But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unflinchingly, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection. And as soon as

He [Bloch] was one of those touchy, highly-strung people who cannot bear to have made a blunder, will not admit it to themselves, and whose whole day is ruined by it.