Quotes About Fragility

Oh of course it pleased me, it pleased me greatly. But I also felt as if my body had the consistency of egg shell, and a slight pressure on my arm, on my forehead, on my stomach would be enough to break it and dig out all my secrets, in particular those which were secrets even to me.

forse, di fronte all'abbandono, siamo tutti uguali; forse nemmeno una testa molto ordinata può reggere alla scoperta di non essere amata.

Il terremoto- il terremoto del 23 novembre del 1980 con quel suo frantumare infinito- ci entrò dentro le ossa. Cacciò via la consuetudine della stabilità e della solidità, la certezza che ogni attimo sarebbe stato identico a quello seguente, la familiarità dei suoni e dei gesti, la loro sicura riconoscibilità

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

É tão fácil — pensei — morrer precisamente na vida das pessoas sem as quais não podemos viver?

Les bons sentiments sont fragiles. Avec moi, l'amour ne résiste pas.

Leonora is a floating leaf of paper that will combust itself

Cure dismisses resilience, survival, the spider web of fractures, cracks and seams. Its promises hold power precisely because none of us want to be broken. But I'm curious: what might happen if we were to accept, claim, embrace our brokenness?

It felt ominous to me - the aestheticized girliness, infatuation and weakness.

inasmuch as a dead rock wants anything—it wants you dead too. So you can go quickly. A landslide can bury you. A lava tube can collapse on you. You can plunge headlong into a crater. A meteoroid can strike your habitat at seventy thousand kilometers per hour. A micrometeorite can bust open your spacesuit. A sudden burst of static electricity can blow

They're the ones inside a soap bubble. Not me.

Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.

All the suns labor to kindle your flame and a microbe puts it out.

He who holds me by a thread is not strong; the thread is strong.

As we're leaving the King's Arms Hotel after Sunday lunch, I watch a beautiful white dove walking down the wet road. A car approaches and the bird accidentally turns into the wheel rather than away from it. A gentle crunch. The car passes. A shape like a discarded napkin left in the road. Still perfectly white, no red stains, but bearing no relation anymore to the shape of a bird. A trail of white feathers flutter down the road after the car. The suddeness is very upsetting. That gentle crunch.

I thought the ice could hold you if it could hold a one-hundred-and-eighty-pound wolf." She sniffled and raised a brow. "What exactly are you implying?" Taking Hold

He wasn't strong. He was weak. The weakest thing in the world. A man who lives only for himself

Here lies a Proof that Wit can never be Defence enough against Mortality

Ye Children of Man! whose life is a span, Protracted with sorrow from day to day, Naked and featherless, feeble and querulous, Sickly, calamitous creatures of clay!

Mankind, fleet of life, like tree leaves, weak creatures of clay, unsubstantial as shadows, wingless, ephemeral, wretched, mortal and dreamlike.

In the wider world, we keep hectically busy and fill every free moment of our day with some form of diversion—work, computers, television, movies, radio, magazines, newspapers, sports, alcohol, drugs, parties. Perhaps we distract ourselves because looking at our lives confronts us with our lack of meaning, our unhappiness, and our loneliness—and with the difficulty, the fragility, and the unbelievable brevity of life.

humanity walks ever on a thin crust over terrific abysses.

Here is a terrifying system-wide purview: crime, disease, environment, and politics all obey a heinous logic of unknowable dormancy, so that we know them only when they explode, when they present the bill, when the damage is done. It is the damage that constitutes our knowing.

My experience with power, you can maintain it, or you get it taken from you. You get you some newfound power and go crazy, and it get taken from you quick.