Quotes About Fragility

Two people who live their lives alone in rooms doing strange, gentle things can sometimes be together in the middle of a dangerous storm in a house made of glass.

When she met my father she was still really good at being quiet. When she met him she realized how she had been collecting silence in a slender, delicate glass jar behind her ribcage. The bottle was not corked and so she always had to be very careful not to spill it.

I discover her anew in each black cat I see ... And it is only when I try to touch her, to make her linger yet awhile, that she dies all over again. A snowflake in my hand...

I crave broken men. When I try to save other people am I trying to save myself? Am I covering up for my lack of strength by putting people back together? I am tired. I want someone to save me - build an intricate web and place it beneath me in case I fall.

When the smoke thins, I can look across at the other buildings. So many of the windows are broken. Maybe the maintenance men in Arthur's office have already started putting in new panes.

The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.

We know what it's like to fall in love and be disassembled, but we still want to pull death right off the bodies of one another.

The dirty beetles had perished, and their paper armor drifted in the streets.

A locked door makes you feel secure until the surrounding house is blown down.

Fragile at heart but resilient to the core.

Not everyone can handle your fragile.

Not everyone knows how to handle your fragile "package" with care. Know your worth.

maybe you are only a drop in a bucket—or a teaspoon in a desert—but there are some fragile plants that will die if your teaspoon goes away.

Fine,' Aria conceded. 'But *I'll* carry her.' She grabbed the baby seeat from the back. A smell of baby powder wafted up to greet her, bringing a lump in her throat. Her father Byron, and his girlfriend, Meredith, had just had a baby, and she loved Lola with all her heart. If she looked too long at this baby, she might love her just as much.

It's like you're reading a book and every time someone's tearing the pages.

Unless these people saw her cracks. Unless they got too close and realized that she was ruined inside.

Those who love the most Do not talk of their love, Francesca, Guenevere, Dierdre, Iseult, Heloise In the fragrant gardens of heaven Are silent, or speak, if at all, Of fragile, inconsequent things. And a woman I used to know Who loved one man from her youth, Against the strength of the fates Fighting in lonely pride, Never spoke of this thing But hearing his name by chance, A light would pass over her face.

The intricacy and the inherent beautiful fragility of the human soul is such that it is uniquely damaged and only God knows how to heal it, and it's going to take time.

Globalization has created this interlocking fragility. At no time in the history of the universe has the cancellation of a Christmas order in New York meant layoffs in China.

I am in an adolescence in reverse, as mysterious as the first, except that this time I feel it as a decay of the odds that I might live for a while, that I can sleep it off.

Don't you know. I am a ticking time bomb. I'm going to explode. This time, I may never be able to recover from it!

The thing about doing anything artificial to your hair is that you have to look after it. So you're always vulnerable to the weather and time

He leans his face close to mine and wraps his fingers around my chin. His hand smells like metal. When was the last time he held a gun, or a knife?

That kill the bloom before its time, And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair.