Quotes About Fragility

he knew very well we were all mortal

Man was matter. Drop him out of a window and he'll fall. Set fire to him and he'll burn. Bury him and he'll rot, like other kinds of garbage.

He wondered often how he would ever recognize the first chill, flush, twinge, ache, belch, sneeze, stain, lethargy, vocal slip, loss of balance or lapse of memory that would signal the inevitable beginning of the inevitable end.

Dehogynem haldoklik. Mindahányan haldoklunk.

His goading remained gentle. "Rome was destroyed, Greece was destroyed, Persia was destroyed, Spain was destroyed. All great countries are destroyed. Why not yours? How much longer do you really think your own country will last? Forever? Keep in mind that the earth itself is destined to be destroyed by the sun in twenty-five million years or so.

One of the things he wanted to start screaming about was the surgeon's knife that was almost certain to waiting for him and everyone else who lived long enough to die. He wondered often how he would ever recognize the first chill, flush, twinge, ache, belch, sneeze, stain, lethargy, vocal slip, loss of balance or lapse of memory that would signal the inevitable beginning of the inevitable end.

Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.

Never can you climb over this wall, you're not strong enough; girls aren't strong enough; girls aren't big enough; your body is fragile and breakable, like a doll; your body is a doll; your body is for others to admire and to pet; your body is to be used by others, not used by you; your body is a luscious fruit for others to bite into and to savor; your body is for others, not for you.

Like a turnip such a head could be blown away very easily. For where a man was weak, a woman has unmanned him. It would be a mercy to blow such a man away.

It is a terrible thing to feel that you might break down, you might utter a confession that could not then be retrieved.

That sensation of things-falling-away. Once the ice begins to crack, it will happen swiftly.   She

I broke a mirror and the pieces floated to China Goodbye!

The murderer is not protected! He is vulnerable. TO

Because it was silver foil and not a living rose, it could never rot and die.

Me sentí en un mundo lejano y me dejé arrastrar. Mi cuerpo, que parecía aflojarse, se doblaba ante todo, había soltado sus amarras y cualquiera podía jugar con él como si fuera de trapo.

Me han golpeado, sabes, me han dado duros golpes en eso que le llaman sentimiento. No sé quién; pero si sé que a veces, cuando me examino el alma, la siento un poco quebrada

Let's face it. We're undone by each other. And if we're not, we're missing something. If this seems so clearly the case with grief, it is only because it was already the case with desire. One does not always stay intact. It may be that one wants to, or does, but it may also be that despite one's best efforts, one is undone, in the face of the other, by the touch, by the scent, be the feel, by the prospect of the touch, by the memory of the feel.

We seem to feel as though the life our children have -- that we have built for them -- is just a delicate house of cards, held together by the most intricate balancing of all its carefully selected components, and that the slightest shock, the slightest jar to all our perfect orchestration, will bring the whole edifice crashing down.

You can plan all you want to. You can lie in your morning bed and fill whole notebooks with schemes and intentions. But within a single afternoon, within hours or minutes, everything you plan and everything you have fought to make yourself can be undone as a slug is undone when salt is poured on him. And right up to the moment when you find yourself dissolving into foam you can still believe you are doing fine.

He's splitting me open, I thought. He'll break me and then I'll die.

Thin streams of blood ran in artistic patterns. "Pulling toenails serves the Destinarian philosophy?" he asked. Ardala shrugged. "Demonstrates the fragility of flesh as opposed to hardware. I'm going to take a bath.

Biblionekromantik ist keine Religion, eher das gegenteil. Sie haben lediglich ein morbides Verhältnis zu Büchern. Ihnen können die Schwarten gar nicht alt und zerbrechlich genug sein.

Ésa es la esencia del cambio: aceptar que más allá de las apariencias, en el resguardo más escondido de la humanidad que cargamos, hay un sitio especial en el que somos tan crudamente iguales, tan desesperadamente humanos, tan misteriosamente frágiles, que nadie merece sentirse inferior. No hay otra forma de vencer la vergüenza privada que aceptarse incondicionalmente, a pesar de todo, y de todos.

La valentía no es el roble majestuoso que ve ir y venir las tormentas; es el frágil retoño de una flor que se abre en la nieve.