Quotes About Fragility

That weakness in human nature which goes by the name of strength.

You can fall in the area of your strength as easily as you could fall in the area of your weakness.

Glass, China, and Reputation, are easily cracked, and never well mended.

It is true that success is the most boring thing, it is tinny and brittle, failure runs deeper. Success is dangerous. I have a very complicated relationship with that word.

If success is rare and slow, everybody knows how quick and easy ruin is.

D'Artagnan admiró de qué hilos frágiles y desconocidos están a veces suspendidos los destinos de un pueblo y la vida de los hombres.

añadamos que, en aquellos tiempos de moral quebradiza, tampoco se avergonzaban de que sus amantes les regalaran con mucha frecuencia preciosos y perdurables recuerdos, como si tratasen de fortalecer la fragilidad de sus sentimientos con la solidez de sus presentes. Era

D'Artagnan wondered at the fragile and unknown threads from which the fates of nations and the lives of men are sometimes hung.

That's the thing about things. They fall apart, always have, always will, it's in their nature.

She was disappearing a little more each day, so thin, so frail, a wisp of smoke. One day she would surely vanish altogether, and there was no way to stop her.

Anything whole can be broken," Isabelle told her. "And anything broken can be put back together again. That is the meaning of Abracadabra. I create what I speak.

She had been grief stricken as her father lay dying but now she felt weightless, the way people do when they're no longer sure they have a reason to be connected to this world. The slightest breeze could have carried her away, into the night sky, across the universe.

She, who prided herself on her tough exterior, could always be undone by the beauty of flight.

You once said that just as anything whole can be broken, anything broken can be put back together again.

It was a moment made of glass, this happiness; it was the easiest thing in the world to break. Every minute was a world, every hour a universe.

You didn't have to be cursed in love to know that when you loved someone you were open to great loss.

She didn't understand that when you truly love someone and they love you in return, you ruin your lives together. That is not a curse, it's what life is, my girl. We all come to ruin, we turn to dust, but whom we love is the thing that lasts.

April certainly wasn't the first person to have fallen for Vincent, or the first to be wounded by his indifference. She'd been new and daring and exciting, but that had faded as time went on. Now she was just a girl who could easily be hurt.

A glass breaking on its own portended death.

but inside she was broken, made of bones and black ribbons, blood and darkness.

deep inside could only be deciphered by someone who understood how easily a heart could be broken. "Wake up," Shelby would

And then the thrashing of the wind against the house and then what might have been a volley of pistol shots, and then a sound like something slowly spilling from a great height. Jacob pulled his knees up into his arms and whimpered. Annie, dramatically, put her arms around her father's neck. "There went the tree," he said.

That balloon flew up very high in a good wind but was suddenly punctured and soon lay like a little rag on the ground, for nothing genuine that could have given inner strength and support had ever been developed.

For three nights he hadn't known how to touch my mother or what to say. Before, they had never found themselves broken together. Usually, it was one needing the other but not both needing each other, and so there had been a way, by touching, to borrow the stronger one's strength. And they had never understood, as they did now, what the word horror meant. ~pgs 20-21