Quotes About Fragility

This earthly existence of ours is more brittle that the glass bangles that ladies wear.

A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night, It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see, And in short measures life may perfect be.

The older you get, the more fragile you understand life to be. I think that's good motivation for getting out of bed joyfully each day.

I felt like a child. I was a child. I could blow things up but I couldn't put things back together.

They moved carefully, as though their bodies were brittle glasses – glasses without bottom – waiting to be shattered

he considered mankind a race of crazy half-monkeys, intent upon suicide.

world to be safe, pokes its soft head from

As Mary emerged, he shut the door for her then pulled her into the circle of his arms. He held her, not speaking, his head bowed to her shoulder. They were so fragile, Mary realized, these men. In spite of their physical strength, their bluster, the ear-splitting loudness of their voices, they were vulnerable. Broken if struck the wrong way. They needed someone to love them, to care for them, to keep them whole.

Hart caressed the letters of baby Graham's name. "Mac likes to say, We're Mackenzies. We break what we touch. But this little Mackenzie… he broke me.

Because beautiful things never last. Not roses nor snow… And not fireworks, either

As I turned to go, I nearly trod on the body of a young robin half hidden in the grass. Its wings were twisted and bent. Its body stiff and bloodied. 'A hawk's work,' I thought, wondering if the robin had seen the brilliant blue of the sky and felt the sun on its back before its wings were broken.

Sophie lowered her head into her hands, feeling as if she were made of the thinnest glass, so brittle and fragile that the softest tap could shatter her. She had escaped death only to come face-to-face with it once more.

thought, wondering if the robin had seen the brilliant blue of the sky and felt the sun on its back before its wings were broken.

Little by little, the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him.

Only his folks altered with the years, their hair going silver, Robert Sr., a high school football coach , ultimately on oxygen for emphysema, both of them seeming to shrink on the couch cushions in a way that made the crystal and porcelain artifacts look bigger each year.

At times the brusque mass of everything that was not him seemed likely to crush Eddie into dust the way he crushed the dried-out moths that collected in piles on the protectory

He gives me a knowing look. "Everything falls apart when you get old. Believe me, you don't want to know how many times I used to get up during the night to pee.

We aren't normal. This place isn't normal, and you're not a player, kid. You're the glass ballerina—or the knife.

I'm not the glass ballerina," I said firmly. "I'm not going to shatter.

I told you kid... You're not a player. You're the glass ballerina--- or the knife.

Hawthornes aren't supposed to break, his voice whispered in my memory. Especially me.

I was the glass ballerina or the knife.

I stood there, staring at Ivy, a hundred thousand thoughts and memories and moments rushing through my head. And then I got on the plane. And then I shattered.

you're not a player, kid. You're the glass ballerina—or the knife.