Quotes About Fragility

Man is certain of nothing but his ability to fail

Out along the dim six-o'clock street, I saw leafless trees standing, striking the sidewalk there like wooden lightning, concrete split apart where they hit, all in a fenced-in ring. An iron line of pickets stuck out of the ground along the front of a tangleweed yard, and on back was a big frame house with a porch, leaning a rickety shoulder hard into the wind so's not to be sent tumbling away a couple of blocks like an empty cardboard grocery box.

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

[On Nijinksy:] Ah, he took my breath away! The body that man had, the controlled power, the iron fragility. He was a note of music. He was dance!

We possess nothing in the world - a mere chance can strip us of everything - except the power to say 'I.

Power is like a house of cards. Leave it alone and it will stand forever. But if you try to build it higher and higher, sooner or later it is bound to collapse.

She held out her hands, cupped and holding a small plant.'The power to heal is the power to destroy, ' she said with the faintest smile.

Three kinds of souls, three prayers: 1) I am a bow in your hands, Lord. Draw me, lest I rot. 2) Do not overdraw me, Lord. I shall break. 3) Overdraw me, Lord, and who cares if I break.

Death comes suddenly and life is fragile and brief. No one can alter this either by prayers or spells.

There is a close relationship between flowers and convicts. The fragility and delicacy of the former are of the same nature as the brutal insensitivity of the latter.

Thou seest I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty.

Insensible of mortality, and desperately mortal.

Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay,Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.

The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light.

The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge.

Women may fall when there's no strength in men.

Then, let thy love be younger than thyself,Or thy affection cannot hold the bent;For women are as roses, whose fair flowerBeing once display'd, doth fall that very hour.

The chariest maid is prodigal enoughIf she unmask her beauty to the moon;Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes;The canker galls the infants of the springToo oft before their buttons be disclos'd,And in the morn and liquid dew of youthContagious blastments are most imminent.

Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on 's are sophisticated; thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art. Off, off, you lendings! Come; unbutton here.

The infirmity of his age.

I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty.

The weakest kind of fruitDrops earliest to the ground.

The glowworm shows the matin to be near,And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire.

Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide archOf the rang'd empire fall! Here is my space.Kingdoms are clay.