Quotes About Fragility

The ice is not very thick; the ocean beneath it is deep and tempestuous; and the sun above is warm and melting.

To the end of history, social orders will probably destroy themselves in an effort to prove they are indestructible.

Architecture is a hazardous mixture of omnipotence and impotence. It is by definition a c h a o t i c a d v e n t u r e... In other words, the utopian enterprise.

Il craint de s'évanouir, de ne pas reprendre connaissance, de rester à jamais errant dans l'air bleu, fantôme dérisoire en suspens au-dessus des siècles, jusqu'à ce que l'appareil, détraqué, laisse un jour tomber ses cendres, en bouffées légères, sur une civilisation nouvelle.

The mimetic nature of desire accounts for the fragility of human relations. Our social sciences should give due consideration to a phenomenon that must be considered normal, but they persist in seeing conflict as something accidental, and consequently so unforeseeable that researchers cannot and must not take it into account in their study of culture.

I can't kill myself, I thought. I'm too insignificant. I'm nothing. I'm a thumbprint on the first-floor window of a skyscraper, a smudge of excrement on a tissue surging out to sea along with millions of tons of raw sewage, a squirrel eating a nut as a car bore down on him.

On the other side, apartment blocks—intact except for the fronts, which had been completely blown off, revealing the rooms and furniture within—stood like giant doll's houses.

De pronto aparece, porque esas son las reglas del juego, una aguja que revienta la burbuja que se ha estado cuidando como una inocencia: y ya, fin de la tregua.

Forged in the fires of human passion, choking on the fumes of human rage, with these out hells and our heavens, so few inches apart, we must be awfully small, and not as strong as we think we are.

what a silly, frail, and forward pieces are the best of men (647)!

the whole world felt like a loaded gun on a hair trigger.

Anyone who gets righteous...doesn't understand. Understand what? How hopelessly fragile and wrong we all are. About everything.

Smart enough to see that you're a sack of rotting meat wrapped around a little sewage tube that's going to give out in—what? Another few thousand sunrises?

Clicks and chatter disturb the cathedral hush. The air is so twilight-green she feels like she's underwater. It rains particles—spore clouds, broken webs and mammal dander, skeletonized mites, bits of insect frass and bird feather. . . . Everything climbs over everything else, fighting for scraps of light. If she holds still too long, vines will overrun her.

Humans are so frail. How have they survived long enough to wreak all the shit they have?

Life could crash and spin out, pretty much overnight.

The accumulated possessions of generations disperse like wind-borne pollen.

That's when Adam realizes: Humankind is deeply ill. The species won't last long. It was an aberrant experiment.

Art and acorns: both profligate handouts that go mostly wrong.

How fragile is a world so connected and tied together that a change in food fashion in one place can lead to starvation halfway through the world?

Because yank out one thread from the fabric of human destiny, and everything unravels. Though it could also be said that things have a tendency to unravel regardless.

ragged piece of thin glass jutted out of the socket, all that was left of the

Too bad Jason wasn't a metal automaton. At least then Leo would have some idea of how to help his best friend. But with humans … Leo felt helpless. They broke way too easily.

How deceptive that could be. One could lose everything in the blink of an eye, the slip of a foot.