Quotes About Fragility

The grass as bristly and stout as chives and me wondering when the ground will break and me wondering how anything fragile survives

Somebody sees me, and I see myself through them. Then it's all gone, the whole world falls apart.

Our bodies were trash. We leave them on the shore.

Let me hold your heart like a flower lest it bloom and collapse.

My heart cracked like a doll-dish...

It was built on air and ghosts…it was truly beautiful but it died…because it tried to get real and it was never real.

As for me, I am a watercolor. I wash off.

I am a collection of dismantled almosts.

Men kick friendship around like a football, but it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it goes to pieces.

Nature can destroy us in a blink. We live on only at its pleasure.

web of a drunken spider.

Ja, liebe Klara: Es ist sehr, sehr gefährlich, auch nur einen Tag zu leben.

A halo has to fall only a few inches to be a noose.

You're never promised your next breath.

No matter how many times it happens, the public always seems to be shocked when an athlete dies young, but the reality is, there are no promises.

Our house is made of glass... and our lives are made of glass; and there is nothing we can do to protect ourselves.

It's hard to know which made me more aware of the impossibility of protecting children - having a child die or having had two live.

I learned through his death that, hey, life is short. You think you're going to live to be 75 years of age, and Brian proved that you're not going to live that long.

He was entrancing, with that epicene beauty which in extreme youth sings aloud for love and withers at the first cold wind.

Her body hovered delicately on the last edge of childhood—she was almost eighteen, nearly complete, but the dew was still on her.

The doctors told me' -- her voice sang on a confidential note-- 'that if any man alive had done the consistent drinking that I have, he would have been physically shattered, my dead, and in his grave--long in his grave.

In my younger and more vulnerables years..

It isn't given to us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world. They will not be cured by our most efficacious drugs or slain with our sharpest swords.

he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass.