Quotes About Fragility

There are times when the air that floats between mortals becomes, in its stillness and silence, as cruel as the edge of a scythe.

I sometimes think about old tombs and weeds That interwreathe among the bones of kings With cold and poisonous berry and black flower: Or ruminate upon the skulls of steeds Frailer than shells and on those luminous wings - The shoulder blades of Princes of fled power, Which now the unrecorded sandstorms grind Into so wraith-like a translucency Of tissue-thin and aqueous bone - A Reverie of Bone

The true magic of this broken world lay in the ability of the things it contained to vanish, to become so thoroughly lost, that they might never have existed in the first place.

A life was no goddamn thing in the end, he thought. Bits and pieces of make-believe cobbled together to look halfways human, like some stick-and-rag doll meant to scare crows out of the garden. No goddamn thing at all.

White fragility is the belief that even the slightest pressure is seen by white folk as battering, as intolerable, and can provoke anger, fear, and, yes, even guilt. White fragility, as conceived by antiracist activist and educational theorist Robin DiAngelo, at times leads white folk to argue, to retreat into silence, or simply to exit a stressful situtation

White fragility is a will to innocence that serves to bury the violence it sits on top off.

Men are like a bungee cord, they stretch as far as they can, but always bounce back safely." "Yeah, but once in a while you hear about one breaking." "And then he's dead." "What's the logic in that?" "There is no logic in love.

O mérito exerce, em simultâneo, a sua tirania em duas direções. Entre aqueles que acabam por chegar ao topo, induz um perfeccionismo debilitante e uma arrogância meritocrática que luta para ocultar uma auto-estima fragilidade. Entre aqueles que exclui, impõe um desmoralizaste, e mesmo humilhante, sentimento de fracasso.

We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own live within a fragile circle, easily and often breached. Unable to accept its awful gaps, we still would live no other way. —Irving Townshend, Separate Lives

Her life is crumbling and she's holding it together like a child protecting a sandcastle from the waves.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, / And summer's lease hath all too short a date.

They trap us like that—babies—with one look they can take hold of our hearts because our hearts have no defenses against such beauty and fragility.

And let me tell you something about families they're overrated. They're a weakness. The leave you or get taken from you or they disappoint you. Families are a liability.

Nothing—Elder, Next Generation, immortal or human—was completely indestructible. Not even Areop-Enap. Perenelle herself had once brought an ancient temple down on the spider's head and it had shrugged off the attack—yet could it survive billions of poisonous flies?

What would it be like when I was fifty, sixty, older? I'd be no more than a jumble of organs in slow decomposition.

hän on vain kuolevainen, aivan kuten me kaikki olemme tähän saakka olleet, tilapäinen molekyylien yhdistelmä. Sanokaamme, että tässä tapauksessa yhdistelmä oli viehättävä, mutta se ei ole sen pysyvämpi kuin huurrekuvio, joka katoaa ilman lämmetessä...

Lumea exterioar? era dur?, nemiloas? cu cei slabi, nu-È™i respecta aproape niciodat? promisiunile, iar dragostea r?mânea singurul lucru în care, poate, ne mai puteam înc? încrede.

el concepto de amor, a pesar de su fragilidad ontológica, ostenta u ostentaba hasta fecha reciente todos los atributos de una prodigiosa potencia operatoria. Forjado a toda prisa, tuvo inmediatamente un gran público, e incluso en nuestros días son pocos los que renuncian clara y deliberadamente a amar. Este evidente éxito tendería a demostrar una misteriosa correspondencia con no se sabe qué necesidad constitutiva de la naturaleza humana.

Un coup de gel soudain pouvait à tout instant les anéantir.

Ben je gewond? Heeft hij je pijn gedaan?' Ze schudde haar hoofd, maar ze zag spierwit, en in haar ogen stond een duistere blik, die daar door Thiazzi's toedoen was ontstaan. Ze deed haar mond open om iets te zeggen, vertrok toen haar gezicht en wendde zich af. Zo zag ze er heel kwetsbaar uit, en hij sloeg zijn armen om haar heen en trok haar tegen zich aan.

Of course when one opens a coffin, one destroys it. Nevertheless a delicate odour of cedarwood will come forth.

her voice suddenly gone as if it had snagged on the mist and was carried off into the failing light, leaving the phone dead in my hand, a warm sliver with the screen fading like some luminous shard from outer space which had traveled across stellar distances at great speed to arrive here in my hand where its glow was now losing its heat, gone

Yes, man is mortal, but that would be only half the trouble. The worst of it is that he's sometimes unexpectedly mortal—there's the trick!

She had worn her most expensive peach-colored georgette silk dress with matching heels and a real pearl necklace…she sat crumpled and half awake…like a crushed butterfly.