Quotes About Fragility

What I feel is the momentary shock of realizing that most of the wood, metal and plastic fixtures, the sinks, lampshades, the shower stall, and even the drinking cups will all outlive me if my body follows the same progression that this tiny invisible-to-the-eye virus has initiated.

My eyes have always been advertisements for an early death.

life is a flickering candle we all carry around. A gust of wind, a meaningless accident, a microsecond of carelessness, and it's out. Forever.

SOCIETY IS DOOMED for one very simple reason: it takes dozens of men working months with millions of dollars in materials to build a building, but only one dumb-ass with a bomb to bring it down.

The Hall Of Fame Is Built On Quicksand

If we were always conscious of the fact that people precious to us are frighteningly mortal, hanging not even by a thread, but by a wisp of gossamer, perhaps we would be kinder to them and more grateful for the love and friendship they give to us.

sparks are fragile things, and they need careful attention.

Or so we don't think about how we're just vulnerable specks trying to survive on a violent, tumultuous planet, at the mercy of hurricanes and volcanoes and asteroids and terrorists and disease and a million other things. We concentrate on having little thoughts so we don't have BIG THOUGHTS. . . . You've got to ignore the one big truth - life is fatal.

A person is never as quiet or unrestrained as they seem, or as bad or good, as vulnerable or as strong, as sweet or as feisty; we are thickly layered, page lying upon page, behind simple covers. And love - it is not the book itself, but the binding. It can rip us apart or hold us together...Layers, by their nature, are fragile things.

Maybe sometimes you just feel like everything can be taken from you all at once.

Sometimes you build up these walls, you build and you build and you build up these walls and you think they're so strong, but then someone can come along and tip them over with only his fingers, or the weight of his breath.

Fragile things become undone at a frightening speed.

Love was such a delicate thing, requiring tissue-paper touch and the safest place, yet there it was out in the real world, where it got battered by storms of ill will and bad circumstances and demons of your own or of other people. Love didn't stand a chance.

In terms of power, beauty is like glass, isn't it? Shining, but transparent and easily marred.

I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily but don't be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.

Glass & peace alike betray proof of fragility under repeated blows.

The sun shall always rise upon a new day and there shall always be a rose garden within me. Yes, there is a part of me that is broken, but my broken soil gives way to my wild roses.

Sometimes the most beautiful people are beautifully broken.

The best minds have their soft spots and sometimes feel somewhat bruised by the scant respect of logic.

The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.

I am vulnerable, starved for kindness. And when I receive it, I lose my mind.

sin embargo la consigna era ahora ir con cuidado, no duraría mucho, poco más que la convalecencia y las semanas precisas para que nos repusiéramos todos del susto y nos confiáramos, ningún estado de alarma es sostenible.

But Jesus felt her yearning, her fragility masked by bravado. He always broke down barriers, never erected them.

Poor little men, poor little cocks! As soon as they're old enough, they swell their plumage to be conquerors. If they only knew that it's enough to be just a little bit wounded and sad in order to obtain everything without fighting for it.