Quotes About Fragility

Había enflaquecido extraordinariamente en pocos días. La piel amarilla, pegada a los huesos planos del rostro, le daba la apariencia de un tísico. Más tarde la autopsia reveló que estaba ya avanzada la enfermedad en él.

Demasiado bonito para que durara, ya saben, los espíritus singulares no soportan tanto amor, tanta perfección encontrada por casualidad

dazzled by the shine of their own virtue, a shine that might not last (since virtue, once recognized in a flash, has no shine and makes its home in a dark cave amid cave dwellers, some dangerous indeed)…

Nothing lasts, the purely loving gestures of children tumble into the void.

We think our brain is a marble mausoleum, when in fact it's a house made of cardboard boxes, a shack stranded between an empty field and an endless dusk.

Je loopt altijd gevaar. Dat is de zuivere waarheid. Je loopt altijd gevaar en bent een speelbal van het lot, zelfs op de meest onwaarschijnlijke plaatsen.

The truth is we never stop being children, terrible children covered in sores and knotty veins and tumors and age spots, but ultimately children.

If the heart stops for more than two minutes, you have massive brain death. There are only two minutes between our conscious world and zero. That's how fragile our consciousness is.

Like a flower pressed flat and dried, we try to hold it still and say, this is exactly how it was the day I first saw it. But like the flower, the past cannot be trapped that way. It loses its fragrance and and its vitality, its fragility becomes brittleness and its colors fade. And when next you look on the flower, you know that it is not at all what you sought to capture, that that moment has fled forever.

Humans could never accept the world as it was and live in it. They were always breaking it and living amongst the shattered pieces.

like a bright chip of glass, fallen from a gorgeous mosaic of Elderlings and turreted cities and dragons on the wing, to lie in the dirt, broken away from all she that had once been her destiny

Humans could never accept the world as it was and live in it. They were always breaking it and living among the shattered pieces.

Like a flower pressed flat and dried, we try to hold it still and say, this is exactly how it was the day I first saw it.

The last scroll was rolled so tight it seemed almost solid. Likely it was the oldest. As I forced it open it broke in pieces: two, three, and eventually five. I regretted doing it, but it was the only way to read it. If it had stayed coiled much longer, it would have crumbled into bits, never to be read again.

But things don't just fall apart. People break them.

The human body was a thing of beauty because so many structures protected the heart, but she realized that the human heart simply could not be protected, not by muscle, not by bone, not by anything.

For a tree that has many branches, even a small breeze will shake some loose.

It takes a lifetime to make a friend, but you can lose one in an hour," she recites. "Life without a friend is life without sun. Life without a friend is death.

It was a strange lightness, a drifting feeling. Zero gravity. I understood that everything that once seemed solid and immovable might just float away. And that this was a truth of life, not an illusion in the grieving mind of a child. Everything that is hard and heavy in your world is made up of billions of molecules in constant motion offering the illusion of permanence. But it all tends toward breaking down and falling away. Some things just go more quickly, more surprisingly, than others.

But that was the hypocrisy of adulthood: You never wanted the children you cared about to do things you'd done when you were heedless of the fragility of life.

She wondered if he was about to deliver another lecture about remembering death. As if a mother ever had to be reminded of that. Maybe it was just men who needed to acknowledge how fragile, how temporary, how unsafe life was.

If you put pussy willows in water, they'll blossom and then die. Just put them in the vase alone, and they'll stay beautiful forever.

So you're saying that I could die at any moment!" "Yes. And this is different from your life yesterday in what way?

everyone has their folding-point, Miles. Their mortal vulnerability. Some just keep it in a nonstandard location.