Quotes About Fragility

a blossom past its perfection, shedding petals like a sad metaphor

My sense of touch was floating six feet away from me; if anyone entered my room, I would cry out, but the knife was serenely cutting me up. Yes, I became a skeleton. At night my thinness would rise up before me to terrify me. As it came and went it insulted me, it tired me out; oh, I was certainly very tired.

Otvorio sam knjigu nasumice i našao na pri?u o Aleksandru Makedonskom.Car je, pri?a se tu, dobio na poklon divne posude od stakla. Poklon mu se veoma svidio, a ipak je sve polupao. -Zašto? Zar nije lijepo? -Pitali su ga. -Baš zato-odgovorio bi on. -Toliko su lijepe, da bi mi bilo teško da ih izgubim. A vremenom bi se jedna po jedna razbijala, i ja bih žalio više nego sad.

The emperor, as the story went, received as a gift some wondrous glass dishes. He liked the gifts very much, but smashed them all nonetheless. "Why? Are they not beautiful?" he was asked. "Precisely because of that," he answered. "They are so beautiful that it would be hard for me to lose them. And with time they would break, one by one. And I would be sorrier than I am now.

You're all equipped for the world, for adulthood, in a way that most people aren't," she continues. "So many people don't even know what hits them when they grow up. They feel clobbered over the head the minute the first thing goes wrong, and they spend the rest of their lives trying to avoid pain at all costs. But you all know that avoiding pain is impossible. And I think having that knowledge, plus the experiences you've lived through, make you definitely not fragile. They make you brave.

It felt like you could hurt her just by looking at her, or you could never hurt her at all.

Bobby pins crunching under my feet, I walk through, surveying the damaged girlness.

There are many things I don't know, but quite a few I do. I know you can't be lost if you know where you are. I know that life is full of precious and fragile things, and not all of them are pretty. I know that the sun follows the moon and makes days, one after another. Time passes. The world turns, and we turn with it, and though we can never go back to the beginning, sometimes, we can start again.

Sometimes when things break, you can hold them together for a while with string or glue or tape. Sometimes, nothing will hold what's broken, and the pieces fly all over, and though you think you might be able to find them all again, one or two will always be missing. I flew apart. I broke. I shattered like a crystal vase dropped on a concrete floor, and pieces of me scattered all over. Some of them I was glad to see go. Some I never wanted to see again.

Sometimes when you break things, you can hold them together for a while with string or glue or tape. Sometimes, nothing will hold what's broken, and the pieces fly all over, and though you think you might be able to find them all again, one or two will always be missing

Try not to kill me with your love, try not to break a glass wall seeing everything, but going unheard, the words feel unspoken. Crystals gleaming at our feet, innocently joined by red fists and a kiss.

*Every man's life is a train made of straw which tries to move on a track made of fire! The very next stop is ashes and dust.

Even if you are the Sun itself, don't be haughty, because you will nevertheless die down!

Flowers are almost perfect; their only flaw is that they are weak; they can't protect themselves against the evil!

Our mind is like a fog; even a moderate wind disperses it easily.

The power of nature can make fun of the power of man at any time!

The reason while we are in danger in this universe is this: We need the universe but the universe does not need us!

Nothing is written stone, child. Even if it were, the stones can be shattered

All I am is a skinful of old bones on horseback.

He wanted her to acknowledge that it was she who had bed him the night they gave themselves to each other. That his broken spirit and hers had created rather than destroyed something for the first time in their wretched lives.

Pero ¿Qué ocurrirá con nosotros cuando tu no estés bien? Nos volveremos patéticos, incluso más de lo que soy yo ahora. Así que, ¿Por qué iba a querer yo que alguien lo sea todo para mi, si un día puede dejar de estar cerca? ¿Entonces qué quedara de mi?

Partial kindness breaks the heart...

Mortals are such fragile things. Just tender feelings walking around exposed in their delicate shells...Easy to crush.

Being home always made her feel like she was walking on a high wire, waiting for a gust of wind to knock her to the ground. The