Quotes About Fragility

Oysa ben hikayesini ilk kez anlat?rken dikkate al?nmayan insanlar?n aniden ölebilece?inden korkar?m.

Ljubav dolazi u trenutku oklijevanja. Jedno malo spoticanje i gotove ste. Godine iskustva, sve pobjede jednog života...Ljubav ?eka vaše maleno oklijevanje, a onda se ruši pala?a koju ste sagradili.

Çünkü burada insanlar bir yanl??l?k gibi ölüveriyor. Sen bir yanl??l?k olamayacak kadar güzelsin

Thus Betty scraped through a second bitter crisis, one that might have shattered a character more brittle. But she had grown sharp as bile from this, her latest shock, and each passing day increased her edge. Worse, there was no one now to notice her shrinking humanity and cry halt...by turns she would become lightheaded, cackling away like one insane. It was the lightness of one who has nothing more to lose.

And yet I was filled with grief. In the beginning of all love there is grief, because at that moment you're closest to the ghost of parting. You know how easily it could all slip away, how easily it could evaporate into eternal, never-to-be-consummated longing.

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity

His ribs were as visible as hands around a cup.

Like many hard-bitten cynics, he cried easily and was always falling into fluttery love with his type, clean-cut Yalies.

Set the foot down with distrust on the crust of the world -- it is thin.

The first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief of grief has drained me clean; Still it seems a pity No one saw,—it must have been Very pretty.

And you as well must die, beloved dust, And all your beauty stand you in no stead; This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head, This body of flame and steel, before the gust.

This my personal death?— That my lungs be failing To inhale the breath Others are exhaling?

If you walk east at daybreak from the town To the cliff's foot, by climbing steadily You cling at noon whence there is no way down But to go toppling backward to the sea. And not for birds nor birds' eggs, so they say, But for a flower that in these fissures grows, Forms have been seen to move throughout the day Skyward; but what its name is no one knows. 'Tis said you find beside them on the sand This flower, relinquished by the broken hand.

My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends— It gives a lovely light!

I thought of the wilderness we had left behind us, open to sea and sky, joyous in its plenitude and simplicity, perfect yet vulnerable, unaware of what is coming, defended by nothing, guarded by no one.

Shine, perishing republic.

Martha: ... I cry allllll the time; but deep inside, so no one can see me. I cry all the time. And Georgie cries all the time, too. We both cry all the time, and then what we do, we cry, and we take our tears, and we put 'em in the ice box, in the goddamn ice trays until they're all frozen and then... we put them... in our... drinks.

If a god had made the world, might world always be right, that would be so wise, we'd be spared so much suffering. But we made the world - out of our smallness and weakness. Our lives are awkward and fragile...

What casual monsters we are. What calamities we are capable of.

A snowflake is one of God's most fragile creations, but look what they can do when they stick together!

The grass withereth, the flower fadeth; but the word of our God shall stand for ever.

Our days begin with trouble here,Our life is but a span,And cruel death is always near,So frail a thing is man.

They crawled out of the woodworkAnd they whispered into your brain.They set you on a treadmillAnd they made you change your name.And it seems to me you lived your lifeLike a candle in the wind.

Cease ye from man, whose breath is in his nostrils.