Quotes About Fragility

peau nue contre la sienne, nue aussi, mais hélas ! nue comme sont nus les os.

Because as much as I want all that I said to be true, it isn't. We'll be moved, all right. It's just a matter of when, by whom, and in how many pieces.

breaking people is much easier than putting them together again.

Alas! The only flower known to have wings is the butterfly; all others stand helpless before the destroyer.

It takes a lifetime to understand that long ago the grown-ups lied to you, that in fact nothing living, neither a flower, nor a rabbit, nor a person, nor a country, can, in fact, be had: they can only be destroyed, which is the one way to confirm they have been possessed.

But it also crossed my mind that in spite of all, in spite of our fragility and ignorance, we have an incredible advantage over the stars – it is for us that time works, giving us a major opportunity to transform the suffering, aching world into a happy and peaceful one.

Come back to me. The world is terrible and it can kill you. Look at the earthquakes, the volcanic eruptions, the fires and the floods," He thundered from the rain clouds. "Oh, come on, I'll manage," man replied, and was gone.

Gradually I felt flooded by a powerful sense of communion with the people passing by. Each man was my brother and each woman my sister. We were so very much alike. So fragile, impermanent, and easily destroyed. We trustingly went to and fro beneath the sky, which had nothing good in store for us.

Each man was my brother and each woman my sister. We were so very much alike. So fragile, impermanent, and easily destroyed.

We live in a state of siege. If one takes a close look at each fragment of a moment, one might choke with terror. Within our bodies disintegration inexorably advances; soon we shall fall sick and die. Our loved ones will leave us, the memory of them will dissolve in the tumult; nothing will remain. Just a few clothes in the wardrobe and someone in a photograph, no longer recognized. The most precious memories will dissipate. Everything will sink into darkness and vanish.

Every body part deserves to be remembered. Every human body deserves to last. It is an outrage that it's so fragile, so delicate. It is an outrage that it's permitted to disintegrate underground, or given the mercy of flames, burned like trash.

The world has dropped its petals.

End of the wonderful one-hoss shay.Logic is logic. That's all I say.

Tell me how you crumble when you hit the wall,the place you cannot go beyond by the strength of your own will. What carries you to the other side of that wall, to the fragile beauty of your own humanness?

Nuestros trabajos en piedra, en pintura, en impreso están a salvo -algunas de ellas por unas pocas décadas, o uno o dos milenios- pero finalmente todo deberá caer en la guerra o desaparecer en la final y universal ceniza.

If Sparta and Rome perished," Rousseau wrote, "what state can hope to endure for ever?

For someone like myself in whom the ability to trust others is so cracked and broken that I am wretchedly timid and am forever trying to read the expression on people's faces.

The thought of dying has never bothered me, but getting hurt, losing blood, becoming crippled and the like—no thanks.

The ones who die are always the gentle, sweet, and beautiful people.

I was a petal quivering in the slightest breeze, about to fall any moment. Even the slightest insult made me think of dying.

Lo? dükkân?n içinde oturmu? gülümseyen Yo?iko'nun beyaz yüzü. Kir pas tutmaz "bekâret" sözcü?ü bile hafif kal?r.

The weak fear happiness itself. They can harm themselves on cotton wool. Sometimes they are wounded even by happiness.

Une faible insecte craint même le bonheur. On le meurtrit même avec du coton. On peut être blessé même par le bonheur. J'avais hâte de me séparer d'elle avant d'être blessé, sans plus attendre, et de m'envelopper du rideau de fumée d'un vrai bouffon.

We all live a sheet of paper away from death, so we shouldn't be surprised by death.