Quotes About Fragility

Musical myths speak with authority about our society, its fragility, its strengths, its desires, and its limits. Music becomes a wise version of the utopian messenger, pleasing us with his account of an ideal land but also warning us, in his tones, of all the dangers.

This time he was going to fall apart silently.

I built myself a house of glass: It took my years to make it: And I was proud. But now, alas! Would God someone would break it. But it looks too magnificent. No neighbour casts a stone From where he dwells, in tenement Or palace of glass, alone.

The girl she said, I didn't tell you this because it was a small thing, but little girls, they leave their hearts at home when they walk outside. Hearts are so precious. They don't want to lose them.

We cannot crown ourselves with everything Nor can we coax the Fates for us to quarrel: No matter what we are, or what we sing, Time finds a withered leaf in every laurel.

Once broken, despite fixing does not stay the original.

Superpowers lecture world peace by guns, bombs, distinctions, and injustice; consequently, flames of hatred spread and turn into invisible terror; thus, peace suicides in the lap of such powers before it prevails and fragrances.

The lie is a termite; it causes suddenly collapsing.

My firstborn, Michael, nearly died in his first moments of life, and he was sickly for some weeks after. I recall clearly those anxious days, peering into his incubator. I remember aching to hold him, and yet, superstitiously, I feared that if I made that connection, if I dared to love him more than I already did, he would be snatched from me.

You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of roses will hang round it still. Thomas Moore

Nope, I am destroyed. A shattered boat of a person. A broken window here, a lousy bell there. An old crappy dyke with half a brain leaking into a book. A drippy excrescence. A schmear.

I let his rose wither in a vase on my desk, a vase painfully empty of flowers since the long-ago time when, on my birthday, Mario would give me a cattleya, in imitation of Swann. In the evening the flower was already black and bent on its stem. I threw it in the trash.

I was in bad shape, definitively broken. A broken clock that, because its metal heart continued to beat, was now breaking the time of everything else.

She became transparent skin over bones, her eyes drowning in violet wells, her hands damp spider webs.

Il cane se ne era andato attraverso uno strappo nella rete degli eventi. Ne lasciamo tanti, lacerazioni dell'incuria quando mettiamo insieme causa ed effetto. L'essenziale è che la corda, l'intreccio che ora mi reggeva, tenesse.

vivíamos, cuántos fragmentos de nosotros mismos salían volando como si vivir fuese estallar en esquirlas.

Los buenos sentimientos son frágiles, conmigo el amor no resiste. No resiste el amor por un hombre, ni siquiera resiste el amor por los hijos, no tarda en agujerearse.

El mundo da vueltas, menos mal, si se cae, se rompe.

I felt like a drop of rain in a spiderweb, and I was careful not to slide down. We

I buoni sentimenti sono fragili, con me l'amore non resiste. Non resiste l'amore per un uomo, non resiste nemmeno l'amore per i figli, presto si buca. Guardi nel foro e vedi la nebulosa delle buone intenzioni confondersi con quella delle cattive. [...] Voler bene scorre insieme al voler male, e io non riesco, non riesco a condensarmi intorno a nessuna buona volontà.

Aveva provato la gioia dell'amore per quell'uomo così lontano dalla media – un controllore sui treni ma anche un poeta, un giornalista – e la sua mente fragile non era riuscita a riadattarsi alla normalità grezza della vita senza di lui.

here is Vesuvius which reminds you every day that the greatest undertaking of powerful men, the most splendid work, can be reduced to nothing in a few seconds by the fire, and the earthquake, and the ash, and the sea.

authority is a patina and at times it doesn't take much to crack it, if only for a few minutes, and glimpse a less edifying person.

Todas las cosas del mundo pendían de un hilo, eran puro riesgo, y quien no aceptaba arriesgarse acababa deteriorándose en un rincón, sin confianza en la vida.