Quotes About Fragility

Fragrance is important to me because of its emotional dimension. I feel like fragrances are able to transport, stir emotion, and bring up memories. You can wear makeup, you can dress yourself up, but fragrance gives a powerful aspect to how you can present yourself that you can't necessarily get any other way.

I'm constantly walking on eggshells because I'm wearing a $10k outfit.

Lauryn Hill is quite political and is very bold and isn't afraid of wearing her heart on her sleeve, and same with Bjork, except she is a little bit more kind of fragile.

Books have the same enemies as people: fire, humidity, animals, weather, and their own content.

I like the idea of going to see the ice caps and the polar bears, because who knows how long they are going to be around for?

I loathe having a fragile brain and knowing as I make any plan that I should provide for the possibility that my mind may betray me at short notice.

We're just a bubble in a boiling pot.

It's very real, the narrow line between a night danced away and the potential of death around the corner.

Even the closest relationships that I have I know could potentially fall away. That's not to speak pessimistically or negatively about those relationships. In a weird way, it's the opposite. I value them.

We have to be aware of our fragilities as human beings - when we see cruelty, to understand that in certain conditions, we could be cruel, too.

Denis Law could dance on eggshells.

Anything that's given to you can be taken away from you at any time.

Athletic ability can be taken away like that. It can all end in a heartbeat.

I realise how precious life is, probably because I've seen how it can be taken away.

I now know that things I always thought I could depend on can crash in an instant. Because of the love that I have been shown, I now know what it means to be 'beloved.' I now know that no breath is to be taken for granted.

Extreme narcissists exaggerate their achievements and talents, and so Trump has spent his life building up a false image of himself - not just for others, but for himself, to protect his deeply fragile ego. He lies endlessly, not just in the way sociopaths do, which is to con others, but also to delude himself.

Maybe the real is the way your palms fit against my face, or the way you hold my life inside you until it is nothing at all, the way this plant droops, this flower called Heart's Bursting Flower, with its beads of red hanging from their delicate threads any breeze might break, any word might shatter, any hurt might crush. — Richard Jackson, Superstition Review issue 2 fall 2008

put the book in my pocket and step away from his body. On one side, Janet takes my hand. On the other, Candy loops her arm in mine. Good thing. Looking at Vidocq lying there, I get that disembodied feeling again, like maybe if someone wasn't holding me I'd blow away on the breeze.

The closer I get, the shittier Abbot looks. His hair is long and he seems weak and frail. He was never a big guy and it looks like he lost twenty pounds and his surgical mask droops on his face. With his bony cheekbones, when he smiles he looks like a well-dressed corpse.

Everything made by men will be destroyed by nature in the end. Mountains and river, the creations of nature -- they will remain. Everything human, that will go. We nee to reconsider the respect we give to nature.

Life is a house of cards, balanced on a tetter-totter, precariously perched on a roller coaster. The only thing that should surprise us about our surprises is that we are surprised by them. Beth Cardall's Diary

I did not know you would fade so soon, oh flower.

We still groped for each other on the backstairs or in parked cars as the road around us grew glossy with ice and our breath softened the view through the glass already laced with frost, but more frequently I was finding myself sleepless, and he was running out of lullabies. But damn if there isn't anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills.

The dawn was breaking the bones of your heart like twigs.