Quotes About Fragility

They just wanted to show the entertainment world that we're vulnerable.

I feel extremely vulnerable.

Immigrant children are highly vulnerable. Their level of disadvantage and fragility has consistently grown due to factors outside their control.

When ideas are young and vulnerable, criticism can be lethal.

'The Sleeping Beauty' is the greatest, most challenging and most vulnerable of classical ballets. Everything can go wrong with it, and all too often, everything does.

Despite all the achievements of civilisation, the human being is still one of the most vulnerable creatures on earth.

My impression was, he's walking as though he's made of glass, and if you should touch him he would just shatter apart. I don't know if it was an act or what, but it sure was effective.

I'm very much a person who walks on egg shells.

Against barbarity, poetry can resist only by confirming its attachment to human fragility like a blade of grass growing on a wall while armies march by.

People, they don't know how to bend; they just break.

If you look at my characters as a group, they all have a different relationship with the way that places can signify emotion in them - and the way those bonds can be shattered.

If it bends, it's funny; if it breaks, it's not funny.

When the body breaks down, it does not all go at once; it goes piece by piece.

Sometimes you get hit on the nose and nothing happens, then you get hit and something breaks.

I will still probably die of aspiration-caused pneumonia. I can go along breathing well, then I might aspirate on something, develop pneumonia and be gone in a week.

I live in a bubble, but there have been times when my bubble has been burst.

Young Jimmy Dean fell off the world as suddenly as he had come.

Parents shouldn't assume children are made out of sugar candy and will break and collapse instantly.

For our part, when we feel, we evaporate; ah, we breathe ourselves out and away; with each new heartfire we give off a fainter scent. True, someone may tell us: you're in my blood, this room, Spring itself is filled with you . . . To what end? He can't hold us, we vanish within him and around him.

Amid these fading and decaying things, be the glass that rings out as it's breaking.

IMPERMANENCE Driftsand of the hours. Quietly disappearing, continuously, even the happily consecrated design. Life blows away, always: pillars already rise without connection, carrying nothing but empty air.

The trees which you planted as a child Have long since grown too heavy; you do not deceive them. But the winds ... but the spaces ... Raise no monument. For it is the roses Which salute Him year by year with their petals. This, you see, is Orpheus

Die Blätter fallen, fallen wie von weit, als welkten in den Himmeln ferne Gärten; sie fallen mit verneinender Gebärde. Und in den Nächten fällt die schwere Erde aus allen Sternen in die Einsamkeit. Wir alle fallen. Diese Hand da fällt. Und sieh dir andre an: es ist in allen. Und doch ist Einer, welcher dieses Fallen unendlich sanft in seinen Händen hält.

Can I say in twenty minutes what was building twenty-one years and ended in twenty seconds?