Quotes About Fragility

We are candles, I remember thinking, and the wind is rising.

Shattered Glass By Jerry Rosen

O mundo regurgita de almas melindrosas, que, como a sensitiva dos campos, se contraem e murcham ao menor contacto. Sair salvo e rijo dos combates da vida é caso de rara superioridade.

Tão pouco tempo? Sim, tão pouco tempo, dez minutos. Os meus ciúmes eram intensos, mas curtos; com pouco derrubaria tudo, mas com o mesmo pouco ou menos reconstruiria o céu, a terra e as estrelas.

My lovely shining fragile broken house is filled with flowers and founded on a rock.

Maybe our intimacies are more precious if we know they may be taken away.

At first he saw only the shapely legs of the girl who was leading him, now by the constricted power of aching flesh alone, of pathetic trembling yet brutal lust, through the little glass-paned rooms, that grew smaller and smaller, darker and darker,...

And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief.

In my head there's a broken balcony I fall off of when I speak.

How is destruction beautiful? He asked in a challenging tone. You may think that a broken egg is ugly and messy, she answered, but the cake it goes into is beautiful and won't hold together without it. Eggs don't get blown up. They get broken. You've never seen me bake, she replied with a smirk.

What use for? asks my mother, jiggling the table with her hand. You put something else on top, everything fall down.

Would it last until they were senile? Hard to say. They had been through trial by fire, and it would either forge them like iron or break them apart like untempered glass. But there was this: They both desired the same thing. They wanted to be loved for who they were. They just had to discover who they were beneath the habits of foray and retreat.

There is a fissure in my vision and madness will always rush through.

We are punctual, a stressed, marked characteristic. We need order around us, in the house, in the life, although we live by irresistible impulses, as if the order in the closets, in our papers, in our books, in our photographs, in our souvenirs, in our clothes could preserve us from chaos in our feelings, loves, in our work. Indifference to food, sobriety; but this, we admit, is the part of the war against a threatening fragility.

You are like me, wishing for such perfect moments, and frightened for fear of spoiling them.

but the truth is I am terribly weak. And I crave the balm of beautiful and soft things.

Jesus, don't think this is cold. I'm just simply functioning as mind. The whole thing is going to collapse soon—the mind, I mean.

Frailty. Sweet, treacherous acquiescence. Bird docility. You became a woman with me. I was almost terrified by it. You are not just thirty years old—you are a thousand years old.

Ja sam jedino sposobna zbrajati život, dok tako prepun ne postane nepodnošljiv, odve? snažan, i raspršujem se u krizama histerije, u milijune komadi?a, zbog prevelike koli?ine života... Prava je patnja živjeti u 'unutrašnjosti života'... netko bi me morao u?initi nesvjesnom. Ubiti me. U?initi me neosjetljivom, nemo?nom. Dijelovi mene morali bi umrijeti, ali ja sam sve dobro zaštitila od umiranja.

The world has many edges, and all of us dangle from them by a very delicate thread. The key is not to let go.

Oh, I thought, without a doubt, everything in my life is falling to pieces. Nothing that my hand grasps can my hand hold.

Une autre chose que j'ignorais, plus importante encore peut-être, c'est que j'étais d'une santé très délicate.

Un gest ca s-o posezi ajunge s-o destrame.

I myself shall continue living in my glass house where you can always see who comes to call, where everything hanging from the the ceiling and on the walls stays where it is as if by magic, where I sleep nights in a glass bed, under glass sheets, where who I am will sooner or later appear etched by a diamond.