Quotes About Fragility

You won't age? I promise you this - your hands will go shiny and transparent and at the slightest bruise they'll bleed...

Na solidão da noite, quase conseguia sentir a finitude da vida e como ela era preciosa. Nós damo-la como garantida, mas ela é frágil, precária, incerta, susceptível de acabar a qualquer momento sem aviso. Lembrei-me daquilo que devia ser evidência mas nem sempre é: que vale a pena saborear cada dia, cada hora e cada minuto das nossas vidas.

Your skin is transparent as distilled moonlight

The pain comes from more than the facts of circumstance, or the deeds of others. It comes from within. From understanding what we lost. It comes from knowing how foolish we were - vain, arrogant children - when we thought ourselves happy. It comes from knowing how fragile and doomed the old ways were, just when we thought them and ourselves, secure!. The pain comes from knowing we have never been safe, and therefore will never be safe again. It comes from knowing we can never be children again.

Er setzte sich auf ein fadenscheiniges Sofa.

Find the psychosis in flower, he thought.

Nothing endures. Not a tree. Not love. Not even death by violence.

he's Dumpty the

I do get depressed when I think how people are going to see my pictures. If they're going to be unkind... Selling a picture is like sending a blind child into a room full of razor blades. It's going to get hurt and it's never been hurt before, it doesn't know what hurt is.?

Agnes like she was a baby bird. Dabney felt a combination of

Hands down, this is the best day of my life," Olaf says as he begins to drip into a puddle, "and quite possibly the last.

The basket of remembrance has three sides; one is open, can it tilt and spill out?

You commit yourself completely to something and then you take your eyes off it for an instant and it's gone. Like it never was. Like you can't even see the evidence of the thing that was there, that you trusted your weight, your honor, your life, your heart to. I've seen some shit, let me tell you.

we must create our children alive and fragile and pulsing with the hot blood that is so easy, so terribly easy to spill." It

Chalcedony wasn't built for crying. She didn't have it in her, not unless her tears were cold tapered glass droplets annealed by the inferno heat that had crippled her.

Two planets of comparable size in an endless falling ballet around each other and their sun made for challenging close orbits, and Perceval was all too aware of the fragility of her old and battered world.

Some things he had never managed to become jaded to, and the tenuous beauty of the world was one of those.

Sly and sickways. I have to swallow my grief and my hope before it all spills down my face again: somehow she's not broken yet.

Her skin was soft with age, the bones and tendons visible.

How can I refuse an offer like that? We are all we have. And we are so small, and the night is so large.

How odd it is that a small, frail, temporary person like yourself should make me feel so clearly seen.

You commit yourself completely to something and then you take your eyes off it for an instant and it's gone. Like it never was. Like you can't even see the evidence of the thing that was there, that you trusted your weight, your honor, your life, your heart to.

She smiled as he came closer, her eyes as violet now as twilight, matching the shadows that surrounded them and lay under her cheekbones. The lines of her collarbone glinted like knives, and he could see the rings of her larynx through the translucent skin of her throat. He thought the bones of her fingers might crumble if he simply reached out and took her hand; even her amazing hair was lusterless and dry in its floor-long beads.

Abby Irene smiled. And she did, Sebastien loved her, the brittle mortality and all its mad, fragile bravery.