Quotes About Fragility

I just feel like my body is in all these different pieces and even though it looks like I'm all put together, the pieces are really just floating there and if I fall down too hard, I'll fly apart.

There's no end. There's no end to this world, everlasting. We crumble to dust in its arms.

It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die.

She felt the panic rising in her then. She knew. She knew how quickly things could break. You did the things you could. You tended to the world for the world's sake. You hoped you would be safe. But still she knew. It could come crashing down and there was nothing you could do. And yes, she knew she wasn't right. She knew her everything was canted wrong. She knew her head was all unkilter. She knew she wasn't true inside. She knew.

Soon. She knew. Soon he would come visiting. Incarnadine and sweet and sad and broken. Just like her.

She knew. She knew how quickly things could break. You did the things you could. You tended to the world for the world's sake. You hoped you would be safe. But still she knew. It could come crashing down and there was nothing you could do.

It was shivery and scant. Scared. Skint. But just around the edges it was still scintillant.

She knew if you weren't always stepping lightly as a bird the whole world came apart to crush you. Like a house of cards. Like a bottle against stones.

How odd to watch a mortal kindle Then to dwindle day by day. Knowing their bright souls are tinder And the wind will have its way.

Deoch, mi corazón es más duro que el cristal. Cuando ella lo golpee, comprobará que es fuerte como el latón al hierro, o como una mezcla de oro y adamante. No creas que no soy consciente, que soy como un ciervo asustado que se queda paralizado al oír las cornetas de los cazadores. Es ella quien debería andarse con cuidado, porque cuando lo golpee, mi corazón producirá un sonido tan hermoso y tan claro que la hará venir hacia mí volando.

How odd to watch a mortal kindle Then to dwindle day by day. Knowing their bright souls are tinder And the wind will have its way. Would I could my own fire lend. What does your flickering portend?

She knew. She should have moved more gently with the world. She knew the way of things. She knew if you weren't always stepping lightly as a bird the whole world came apart to crush you. Like a house of cards. Like a bottle against stones. Like a wrist pinned hard beneath a hand with the hot breath smell of want and wine . . . .

Meu coração é feito de material mais forte do que o vidro.

Auri merely stood there for a long moment. She thought that she might cry, but when she felt around inside herself she found she had no crying left. She was full of broken glass and burrs.

Sabía lo rápido que podían romperse las cosas. Hacías todo lo que podías. Te ocupabas del mundo. Confiabas en estar a salvo. Pero aun así, ella lo sabía. Podía llegar aplastándolo todo, y no podías hacer nada.

She should have moved more gently with the world. She knew the way of things. She knew if you weren't always stepping lightly as a bird the whole world came apart to crush you. Like a house of cards. Like a bottle against stones. Like a wrist pinned hard beneath a hand with the hot breath smell of want and wine. . . .

Oh yes. Fulcrum had broken, but that wasn't wrong. Eggs break. Horses break. Waves break. Of course he broke. How else could someone so all certain-centered let his perfect answers out into the world? Some things were jut too true to stay.

She knew the way of things. She knew if you weren't always stepping lightly as a bird the whole world came apart to crush you. Like a house of cards. Like a bottle against stones. Like a wrist pinned hard beneath a hand with the hot breath smell of want and wine. . . .

How quickly the apparently solidly laid foundation of one's existence could crumble.

Sometimes you're doing really well, then, after three or four years, everything inexplicably crashes like a house of cards and you have to rebuild it. It's not like you get to a point where you're all right for the rest of your life.

We are all broken, but sometimes the jagged pieces fit together nicely.

Whatever you see has the potential to wound you, to make you less than you are, as if merely by seeing a thing some part of yourself were taken away from you.

È un lento ma ineluttabile processo di erosione. Le parole di solito hanno una durata leggermente più lunga delle cose, ma alla fine anch'esse decadono insieme con le rappresentazioni che un tempo evocavano.

No one has, because even in this middle age, he's sensitive, and if you say the wrong thing, he'll show the world just how sensitive he is by crying at your funeral.