Quotes About Fragility

Such a gift might be easily taken back again.

They don't know they're living in a glass house.

Why are we tiptoeing on glass? You can ask me whatever you like; people usually do, and I try to be as honest as I can.

I think glass has so many different forms. Sometimes it comes off as something so breakable and fragile, but it's amazingly strong. It starts as sand, and it takes on different lives, but it is breakable.

I'm not made of glass.

Non poteva essere altrimenti. Il mondo non aveva consistenza, poiché era formato della cenere di astri bruciati.

But meanwhile my store-bought arteries were slowly hardening, and every day six thousand cells were dying in my irreplaceable brain; and meanwhile stars slowed in their flight and the universe dragged itself toward its ultimate entropic death, and meanwhile - Meanwhile everything, if you stopped to think of it, was skidding downhill. And I never gave any of it a thought.

What have we in common with the rosebud, which trembles because a drop of dew is lying upon it?

as though the Truth were such an innocent and incompetent creature as to require protectors!

You revere me: but what if your reverence should some day collapse? Be careful lest a statue fall and kill you!

Os homens de profunda tristeza denunciam-se quando são felizes: têm um modo de pegar na felicidade como se quisessem esmagá-la e sufocá-la, por ciúme - ah, sabem bem de mais que lhes foge!

Ye venerate me; but what if your veneration should some day collapse? Take heed lest a statue crush you!

Sensuality often forces the growth of love too much, so that its root remains weak, and is easily torn up.

Those who inflate themselves are cursed When pricked by a small pin to burst.

Le dijo que el amor era un sentimiento contra natura, que condenaba a dos desconocidos a una dependencia mezquina e insalubre, tanto más efímera cuanto más intensa.

And yet perhaps this is the reason you cry, this the nightmare you wake screaming from: being forever in the pre-trembling of a house that falls.

Even with all our technology and the inventions that make modern life so much easier than it once was, it takes just one big natural disaster to wipe all that away and remind us that, here on Earth, we're still at the mercy of nature.

You buy a house and you get it checked out and you feel like you've kind of made your mark here in some way. And then an act of God just comes up the coast and has the potential to just completely wipe it clean. Weather like that is certainly humbling.

The human heart is as a frail craft on which we wish to reach the stars.

I'm one of those introverted people who simply feels a lot better after spending time alone thinking through ideas and emotions. This is a sign, I've come to think, of a kind of emotional disturbance - a reaction to inner fragility. I wish I were more able to just act and do, rather than constantly have to retreat and examine and think.

And wit's the noblest frailty of the mind.

White fragility doesn't always manifest in overt ways; silence and withdrawal are also functions of fragility.

For not only every democracy, but certainly every republic, bears within itself the seeds of its own destruction.

Your whole life is changed with that first child. Your social behaviors are all turned upside down, you're sleep deprived, but eight months in, my son had this seizure, and it just woke me up to the idea that, oh, no, this can end. And it can end in a way that will destroy you forever.