Quotes About Fragility

I've always been aware that the image you patiently construct for an entire career can be ruined in a minute. It scares you a bit, but that's the way things are.

I've always known I bruise like a peach.

When you look at the Earth's horizon and see the thickness of the atmosphere, it's not even the thickness of an orange peel.

You know how a lot of people say they could go crazy? Well, I feel I live very close to that line.

I wish I could unknow this, but there is a perception of me that I'm super-sensitive and fragile. And I am super-sensitive, and I don't think that that's a bad thing. To do what I do, I have to remain open.

He crushes me so hard that I shall break, frail little creature that I know I am; but once he is in me nothing else exists, and I could have my four limbs cut away without awakening from my ecstasy.

He recognized with absolute certainty the empty fragility of even the noblest theorizings as compared with the definitive plenitude of the smallest fact grasped in its total, concrete reality.

Creatures of a day! What is man?

When a building is about to fall down, all the mice desert it.

Wherever it lies, under earth or over earth, the body will always rot.

If nothing else, we today need a reminder that we must never take civilization for granted. I

I'm only certain that nothing is forever. No matter how carefully you design a system, it will go bad and die.

The fragility of the intellectual is the same as the poet's: It's all about the I and its desperate sense of the we.

Anggaplah aku sebagai telornya yang telah jatuh dari petarangan. Pecah. Bukan telor yang salah.

A mud hut cannot withstand great shocks.

The bow too tensely strung is easily broken.

Fortune is like glass--the brighter the glitter, the more easily broken.

I was reminded of a proverb: 'When a clay Buddha statue sails across the river, it can hardly protect itself.

Si le damos la vuelta al nido ni un solo huevo quedará intacto, aunque puede que las grietas no sean visibles.

A foolish man in wealth and authority is like a weak-timbered house with a too-ponderous roof.

To all light things I compared her: to a snowflake, a feather

Why did the flower fade? I pressed it to my heart with anxious love, that is why the flower faded.

Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it droop and drop into the dust. I may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of pain from thy hand and pluck it. I fear lest the day end before I am aware, and the time of offering go by. Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint, use this flower in thy service and pluck it while there is time.

Why did the lamp go out? I shaded it with my cloak to save it from the wind, that is why the lamp went out. Why did the flower fade? I pressed it to my heart with anxious love, that is why the flower faded. Why did the stream dry up? I put a dam across it to have it for my use, that is why the stream dried up. Why did the harp-string break? I tried to force a note that was beyond its power, that is why the harp-string is broken.