Quotes About Fragility

This world that you and we treasure has now been driven round the sun so often that the warp and woof of its space grow threadbare and fall as dust and feeble lint from the loom of time.

For every mortal man's power is but like a bladder full of wind, for certain. When it is blown up, the simple prick of a needle point can deflate the pompous pride of it.

Ich wage kaum die Hände auszustrecken, wie in einem engen Spiegelzimmer, aus Furcht überall anzustoßen, daß die schönen Figuren in Scherben auf dem Boden lägen und ich vor der kahlen, nackten Wand stünde.

Ziemia przetrwaÅ'a gorsze rzeczy ni? my. TrzÄ™sienia ziemi, wybuchy wulkanów, ruchy tektoniczne, dryf kontynentalny, rozbÅ'yski sÅ'oneczne, plamy na sÅ'oÅ"cu, burze magnetyczne, zmiany biegunów magnetycznych, setki tysiÄ™cy lat bombardowania przez asteroidy, meteory i komety, globalne powodzie i po?ary, promieniowanie kosmiczne, epoki lodowcowe... i niby jakieÅ› papierowe torby i aluminiowe puszki majÄ… jej zrobi? ró?nicÄ™?

It's an uncommonly dangerous thing to be left without any padding against the shafts of disease.

We are poor plants buoyed up by the air-vessels of our own conceit: alas for us, if we get a few pinches that empty us of that windy self-subsistence.

lest, to so delicate an article as a lady's temper, the slightest touch should do mischief.

That flesh is but the glass, which holds the dust That measures all our time; which also shall Be crumbled into dust.

Most men act so tough and strong on the outside because on the inside, we are scared, weak, and fragile. Men, not women, are the weaker sex.

I don't take things for granted, because everything feels more fragile. It's made me wonder about mortality and how long you've got somebody in the world. I'm more fearful than I used to be.

I think portraying human beings trying to hold on to their humanity against pretty much certain odds that they'll die horribly in some way someday, and that they'll face horrible things along the way, I don't know - I think that's a beautiful thing. It's a wonderful thing.

Tell me not of joy: there's none Now my little sparrow's gone; He, just as you, Would toy and woo, He would chirp and flatter me, He would hang the wing awhile, Till at length he saw me smile, Lord! how sullen he would be!

The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it, because it's only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles, wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.

Your home is regarded as a model home, your life as a model life. But all this splendor, and you along with it... it's just as though it were built upon a shifting quagmire. A moment may come, a word can be spoken, and both you and all this splendor will collapse.

We travel together, passengers on a little spaceship, dependent on its vulnerable reserves of air and soil, all committed, for our safety, to its security and peace. Preserved from annihilation only by the care, the work and the love we give our fragile craft.

A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.

I believe human beings mark a threshold in the development of the planet, of course, but it is only part of the picture. What Big History can do is show us the nature of our complexity and fragility and the dangers that face us, but it can also show us our power, with collective learning.

Become dust - and they will throw thee in the air; Become stone - and they will throw thee on glass.

Throw a little glitter on a dead flower and it'll mask the decay.

Life, he wrote, "is a dangerous situation." It is the frailty of life that makes it precious;

By union the smallest states thrive. By discord the greatest are destroyed.

todos los cuerpos, aun los que se enlazan en un abrazo inaplazable, exhalan un efluvio de morgue...una violenta salpicadura de pus

Another tower, still whole, was trussed up in scaffolding, and the wind sang through the structure of metal poles, wanting to fling pieces down at you.

It seems the loneliest place in the world for something so lovely.