Quotes About Fragility

Universul e al lui Dumnezeu. El este un singur lucru, un tot de la care pornind se pot identifica toate separaÈ›iile. ViaÈ›a trec?toare, inclusiv acea via?? înzestrat? cu raÈ›iune È™i conÈ™tiin?? pe care noi o numim inteligen??, nu deÈ›ine decât un mandat fragil asupra unei p?rÈ›i oarecare din tot.

Peaceful moon. I consist only of bones.

During last night's insomnia, as these thoughts came and went between my aching temples, I realised once again, what I had almost forgotten in this recent period of relative calm, that I tread a terribly tenuous, indeed almost non-existent soil spread over a pit full of shadows, whence the powers of darkness emerge at will to destroy my life…

Las manos femeninas hacen milagros en silencio —pensó—, él probablemente habría roto toda la vajilla, en realidad ni siquiera habría sido capaz de llevársela». Contempló a la señora Grubach con cierto agradecimiento.

Wildlife film-makers I know tell me that the effort to portray what looks like an untouched ecosystem becomes harder every year. They have to choose their camera angles ever more carefully to exclude the evidence of destruction, travel further to find the Edens they depict.

His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind.

Our lives feel like these epochs, but really, we are dust in the wind.

What is this world? A mere curl of smoke for the wind to scatter.

Relatively mild gusts of wind blow some trees down. Graceful palm trees, for example, are lovely to look at but will not stand up in a heavy wind because they are not well anchored.

Bamboos can go from shining health to shabbiness in weeks. The problem is too much wind, too little water and tired compost.

At the 2018 Hero World Challenge, I felt brittle. I felt like a gust of wind could push me over if I wasn't careful.

I actually washed my window once, and it fell through - it was being held together by the dirt.

All kingdoms look small through an airplane window - little dominions built on quicksand. But looking up from the ground, where most of us stand, they're rather impressive.

And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.

Only one of the many life support systems on which we depend - soils, aquifers, rainfall, ice, the pattern of winds and currents, pollinators, biological abundance and diversity - need fail for everything to slide.

Never touch a butterfly's wing with your finger.

Webs are made mostly of spaces. They break easily. They barely exist. They belong to the category of half-things: mist, smoke, shrouds, ghosts, membranes, retinas or rags; and they quickly fill up with un-things: old legs and wings and heads and hollow abdomens and body bags of wasps.

Thank you, hard taco shells, for surviving the long journey from factory, to supermarket, to my plate and then breaking the moment I put something inside you. Thank you.

I do like silver. I love antiques. I collect Georgian glass at home. When you think about how fragile that it is and think about how long these things have lasted - some of it is 400 years old - I find the history of these things extraordinary.

The one thing about players today is that they're very sensitive, and very fragile. They didn't grow up with tough coaches.

I've always been a big fan of Philip K. Dick; I love his work. There's a returning theme of identity and the fragility of our identity. Even when we are looking at what we think is a stark reality, it might actually be something completely different.

As banged up as she is, that's what most people would do. Even if she pulls through, there's no guarantee she'll be much of a dog." He stroked the dog's head and thought, No guarantee any of us will be much of anything, but we still try.

This young Shelby was so transparent, she left little doubt as to what she wanted. Needed. She'd like to wrap her emotions around a man and tether him right up against her heart, breaking him in half. Then, in making his getaway, he'd hurt her bad. Annihilate her. Leave her young, tender heart in shreds and spoil everything for the guy who might come along later to do right by her. The

SOMETIMES I THINK that everyone has a tragedy waiting for them, that the people buying milk in their pajamas or picking their noses at stoplights could be only moments away from disaster.