Quotes About Fragility

Life is too fragile and valuable to be spent doing something you hate.

I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, So tremulously like a dream.

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility

THE FLESH is put for the whole person

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands -excerpt of #35 from 100 Selected Poems

nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

things which in my mind blossom will stumble beneath a clumsiest disguise appear capable of fragility and indecision

suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.

whiter than lilies which are born and cease for being whiter than this world)

If she loved she acted in love, if she was betrayed she was destroyed. These were the shining and dangerous facts of the life of an innocent.

the ego is very vulnerable and insecure, and it sees itself as constantly under threat.

And with these thoughts came a realization of how unimportant to the life and happiness of the world is the existence of any one of us. We may be snuffed out without an instant's warning, and for a brief day our friends speak of us with subdued voices. The following morning, while the first worm is busily engaged in testing the construction of our coffin, they are teeing up for the first hole to suffer more acute sorrow over a sliced ball than they did over our, to us, untimely demise.

No insect hangs its nest on threads as frail as those which will sustain the weight of human vanity

She was like some rare flower grown for exhibition, a flower from which every bud had been nipped except the crowning blossom of her beauty.

Misfortune had made Lily supple instead of hardening her, and a pliable substance is less easy to break than a stiff one.

No insect hangs its nest on threads as frail as those which will sustain the weight of human vanity, and the sense of being of importance among the insignificant was enough to restore to Miss Bart the gratifying consciousness of power.

But, my dear, it's just the fugitiveness of mortal caring that makes it so exquisite! It's because we know we can't hold fast to it, or to each other, or to anything...

This book is about the role of interest in a modern economy. It was inspired by a Bastiat-like conviction that ultra-low interest rates were contributing to many of our current woes, whether the collapse of productivity growth, unaffordable housing, rising inequality, the loss of market competition or financial fragility. Ultra-low rates also seemed to play some role in the resurgence of populism as Sumner's Forgotten Man started to lose patience.

The shock of standing again under the wide pale sky, completely exposed. This must be what the oyster feels when the lemon juice falls.

your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose or if your wish be to close me, i and my life will shut very beautifully, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow everywhere descending

nadie más espantada que yo, más empantanada, con mis hermosos sentimientos y mi fabulosa sensibilidad.

tan dolorida, tan pero tan dolorida que se sentía estallar.

I collapse I touch myself a flower's gesture frail cold

Did you ever see a bee lying drunk on a rose? Lost in the petal, so close you can't see its tiny burrowing. In this way, I hang as I can. As close as I can.