Quotes About Fragility

Lestat was holding me by the shoulders. I could barely stand. In fact, if he had let me go I would have fallen. I couldn't take my eyes off the pink-throated lillies.

To be weak is a dangerous thing.

It was as if that distant bed were a stage and on the linen pillows of the little stage lay that boy, his black hair parted in the middle and curling about his ears, so that he looked now in his dream, fevered state like one of those lithe androgynous creatures of a Botticelli painting; and beside him, nestled against him, her tiny white hand stark against his flesh lay Claudia, her face buried in his neck.

He walks the earth with the power to destroy it. But then so does the human race. And

Se anche non restasse più una sola opera d'arte al mondo... e ce ne sono migliaia... se non ci fosse più una sola bellezza naturale... se il mondo si riducesse a una sola cella vuota e una sola fragile candela, non posso fare a meno di vederti là a studiare quella candela, assorto nel tremolio della sua luce, nel cambiamento dei suoi colori.»

I was careless, I was all too softened by human emotion. I was too greedy for love.

I should leave your property. She tried to move, but he forestalled her, putting his hands on her shoulders. She felt thinner, more fragile beneath the thin green material, and there were shadows under here eyes. I thought you were my property as well. You don't want me. I may be cruel, heartless, and penniless, dear Emma, he said lightly. I never said I was a fool.

That something is everywhere and always amiss is part of the very stuff of creation. It is as though each clay form had baked into it, a blue streak of nonbeing, a shaded emptiness like a bubble that not only shapes its very structure but that also causes it to list and ultimately explode. We could have planned things more mercifully, perhaps, but our plan would never get off the drawing board until we agreed to the very comprising terms that are the only ones that being offers.

This light-shouldered boy could jitterbug, old style, and would; he was more precious than gold, yea, than much fine gold. We jitterbugged...Only the strenth in our fingertips kept us alive. If they weakened or slipped, his fingertips or mine, we'd fall spinning backward across the length of the room and out through the glass French doors to the snowy terrace, and if we were any good we'd make sure we fell on the downbeat, snow or no snow.

What geomancy reads what the windblown sand writes on the desert rock? I read there that all things live by a generous power and dance to a mighty tune; or I read there all things are scattered and hurled, that our every arabesque and grand jete is a frantic variation on our one free fall.

Maybe they didn't want you to realize that every civilization has its weakness. There's always one thing we depend on.

What is the sound of an eighty-nine-year-old heart breaking?

It's funny how your life can come apart in an instant. How you can feel safe and satisfied one moment, and the next you're dangling over an abyss, no warning, no quarter. You're absolutely about to fall.

Even the tiniest of flowers can have the toughest roots.

Words have always swirled around me like snowflakes-each one delicate and different, each one melting untouched in my hands.

there are some children who aren't really children at all, they're just pillars of flame that burn everything they touch. And there are some children who are just pillars of ash, that fall apart when you touch them...

Each of us - rich and poor, gay and straight, black and white - we are fragile and finite. We all go through this glorious life without guarantees, without promises of rescue or redemption. We have freedom of speech and religion, and the absolute freedom to leave behind our loved ones, or to force them to unhappily pursue us.

Nothing is ever truly set by fate. In one blink, everything changes. Even though it should be a clear, sunny day, the softest whisper into the wind can become a hurricane that destroys everything it touches. (Acheron)

Hi,Bas. You want to hold him? Tory asked. Terrified at the mere thought, Styxx shook his hed.I might break him and piss off Acheron Tory and Bethany laughed. you can't break him, sweetie Bethany said. I don't know. The lat time i held a child that age, I must break it 'cause it leaked all over me

He's stronger than this. He's always been stronger… (Vane) Even the mightiest oak can be felled by a whisper of a wind if it comes on the heels of a powerful enough storm. (Carson)

Even the mightiest oak can be felled by a whisper of a wind if it comes on the heels of a powerful enough storm.

Vane looked back at her one last time, knowing he would never see her again. She was so beautiful there with large, amber eyes set in the pale face of a goddess. There was something about her that reminded him of a Rubens angel. She was ethereal and lovely. And far too fragile for an animal. - Vane

Trust me, today not even my Timex could take a licking and keep on ticking. Give me a Tonka truck and I'll squash it with my ink pen. (Taryn)

We like to think of life as a constant ... Yet it can be ended in a heartbeat.