Quotes About Fragility

What tender threads do life and death hang

Humanness is a window thrown against a wall.

Life was fragile and love was, too. At any moment, even our happiest ones, our world could shatter and we wouldn't see it coming. There was only more loss ahead, showing its ugly face when we least expected it.

One eggshell life. Would

Possible, unthinkable, the cricket's tiny back as I lie on the lawn in the dark, my heart a blue cup fallen from someone's hands.

Things come apart so easily when they have been held together with lies.

São aqueles que mais amamos que nos animam num instante e nos destroem sem se esforçarem.

It's the ones you love the most who can lift you in an instant, and destroy you without trying.

I don't want to rely on something that could be taken away at some point.

spiderwebs that looked expansive and sturdy enough to snare a flying dog.

Memory is ours as long as we live. Every person is like a snowflake. Every person, like every snowflake is unique. Both people and snowflakes have intricate patterns which have never been replicated and never will. Yet both people and snowflakes melt away before our eyes. Each is frail. Each is, in its own way, something beautiful. Each is so very delicate and vulnerable. Each is precious beyond words.

What is built on sand sooner or later would tumble down.

All of us are autumn leaves, ready to fall at any time.

This life of ours...human life is like a flower gloriously blooming in a meadow: along comes a goat, eats it up---no more flower.

Why do we argue? Life's so fragile, a successful virus clinging to a speck of mud, suspended in endless nothing.

The line between life and death is not thicker than an eyelid.

Come, for the House of Hope is built on sand: bring wine, for the fabric of life is as weak as the wind.

Of all creatures that breathe and move upon the earth, nothing is bred that is weaker than man.

No one could say how long that life would last. Whatever has form can disappear in an instant.

There was a moth in there, and it still had its wings crumpled up, and it was just starting to pump its wings up. Life continues in lots of places, and life is a magical thing.

Life is a frail moth flying Caught in the web of the years that pass.

I think I'm very conscientious of how precious life is and how quickly life can be taken away from you, especially at times when it can be least expected.

My life is a crystal teardrop. There are snowflakes falling in the teardrop and little figures trudging in slow motion.

Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!