Quotes About Fragility

She is yet like a diamond on a heap of broken glass.

Tants de mots han perdut el pes i el gruix que ja no goso cloure els punys amb força com abans, per por de sentir tot un món que s'esmicola.

Sometimes I looked at her sleeping face, the living flesh of it, and was overwhelmed by how precarious it was to love a living thing. She could die simply from lack of water. It hardly seemed safer than falling in love with a plant.

Then one night I woke at three A.M. certain he was rotting like a chicken carcass. Only as I lowered him into the sink did I realize this was a crazy time to wash a baby and I began to cry because he was so trusting—I could do anything and he would go along with it, the little fool.

I didn't bathe him because I was too afraid he would slip out of my hands or his belly button would open. Then one night I woke at three A.M. certain he was rotting like a chicken carcass. Only as I lowered him into the sink did I realize this was a crazy time to wash a baby and I began to cry because he was so trusting—I could do anything and he would go along with it, the little fool.

I wanted her to know, from the moment she heard my voice, that I was dying. I delivered a salutation so craven, so wretched, that it fell through language like pebbles. Hello.

Y mírame ahora, en mi escondrijo, un ovillo de harapos y cartílagos por cuya mente o corazón nadie apostaría, porque a mí nadie puede ya quitarme nada.

Atunci am înÈ›eles c? nimic nu dureaz? în suflet, c? cea mai verificat? încredere poate fi anulat? de un singur gest, c? cele mai sincere posesiuni nu dovedesc niciodat? nimic, c?ci È™i sinceritatea poate fi repetat?, cu altul, cu alÈ›ii, c?, în sfârÈ™it, totul se uit? sau se poate uita.

Finding the power of the sacred, not despite suffering, but in the midst of it: This is the alchemy of dark emotions. Through this alchemy, grief moves us from sorrow for what we've lost to gratitude for what remains. Fear of life's fragility is transformed to the joy of living fully, with openness. And even despair becomes the ground of resilient faith - not just an opiate for our pain, but a profound commitment to life as it is.

Things shouldn't hinge on so very little. Sneeze and you're highway carnage. Remove one tiny stone and you're an avalanche statistic. But I guess if you can die without ever understanding how it happened then you can also live without a complete understanding of how. And in a way that's kind of relaxing.

Het gedicht, die bescheiden poging van de dichter om niet nu maar pas later uiteen te vallen.

How seldom one can indulge in the inflation of any sort of emotion without life's little pin-pricks bursting the balloon.

conversations each year with fellow participants confirmed my hunch: the powerful are experiencing increasingly greater limits on their power. The reactions to my probing always pointed in the same direction: power is becoming more feeble, transient, and constrained.

Las respuestas a mis preguntas siempre han ido en la misma dirección: el poder es cada vez más débil, más transitorio, más limitado.

Before the war cut her life so sharply in two, she had cherished her possessions jealously. ... Now that she had discovered the important truth that her flesh was as brittle as theirs and far more precious, the safety of china cupids had become irrelevant.

He wrote that it would have been better for me to hear it all in person. What he meant was that paper was not strong enough to bear the weight of what he had to say but that he would have to test its strength anyway.

People who live in glass houses might as well answer the door.

Dios castiga al pecador no en la medida de Su propia infinitud, sino en la medida de la fragilidad del pecador.

You that in far-off countries of the sky can dwell secure, look back upon me here; for I am weary of this frail world's decay.

Kalbine güvenmeyi erken ya?ta ö?renen herkes gibi, payla?maya aç?kt?m. Belki de bu yüzden kalbim bu kadar k?r?ld?.

What three things can never be done? Forget. Keep silent. Stand alone. The hill of glass, the fatal brilliant plain.

How keen everyone is to make this world their home forgetting its impermanence. It's like trying to see and name constellations in a fireworks display.

Dangerous, she thought, this was so dangerous. Too many pieces of her in his hands. She had to hold something back, some part of her that would protect her against the nights she woke to find him lying awake, a faraway expression on his face. Because it would happen—no matter the passionate tenderness growing ever deeper between them, she was second best, would always be second best.

Are you particularly attached to these? He fingered the lace around the crease where her thigh curved against the most intimate part of her. "Wh-what?" Her hands dripped form his head to dig into the sheets. He filed away her responsiveness when touched in that particular area. I'll take that as a no." Gipping hold of the front, he tore the fragile fabric off her body. The scraps fell away like mist.