Quotes About Fragility

Insignificant mortals, who are as leaves are, and now flourish and grow warm with life, and feed on what the ground gives, but then again fade away and are dead.

She's forgetting,' Ellen said to Jack, plumping herself down on a chair. 'All of her life is leaking out of her. Soon there will be nothing left.

I'm not dead yet, just in a state of rapid decay, who isn't?

Out out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow.

The fact that you have just buried your parent or parents and/or sibling or siblings does not make you less likely to die today.

Light enters a broken vessel more easily than an intact one.

Strength ebbed and flowed, but brittle would break.

We stand strong, or we cower. We emerge victorious, tempered by our trials, or fractured by a permanent, damming fault line.

Don't forget to thank everyday for the good things in life. They can disappear in the blink of an eye.

If the breath of life is taken, man turn to dust.

Democracy is like a tamborine - not everyone can be trusted with it.

Her limbs shrivelled and brittle, her skin wrinkled like a dry peach, her mind like a sponge squeezed out, with trickles of memories now and then to moisten it. And then there was gin:

Perhaps no artist in history had ever been treated so gingerly.

In Washington, the venerable were often vulnerable.

So much love, too much love, it is our madness, it is rotting us out, exploding us like dandelion polls.

She had aged five years since Cirocco last saw her. She was a thin, hollow-eyed ghost with hands that shook constantly. She looked incomplete, as if half of her had been hacked away.

This had happened before. She had remembered, only to see it all slip away. She had been insane, many times.

Onunla ayn? çat? alt?nda yaÅŸayan bir varl?k öylesine güzel ve narindi ki Muhammed'in cennetindeki imanl?lara vaat olunmuÅŸ ümidi tuvale aksettirmek isteyen bir ressama modellik edebilirdi; bununla birlikte, fazlas?yla zeka yans?tan gözleri, onun ruh yoksunlar?ndan biri olduÄŸunu düÅŸünebilecek kiÅŸileri yalanl?yordu.

The strongest of us are but the puniest weaklings, are but tinkling cymbals and sounding brass, before the eternal mystery.

Gyvenimas, lyg margaspalvio stiklo skliautas, D?m?ja balt? amžinyb?s švies?, Kol šuk?m krenta trypiamas Mirties.

You know, one of the most shocking things about it is to realize how easily we have lost a world that seemed so safe and certain.

You just have to be careful with Momma for a while," Teo told me. "She's broken. Like a jug with a broken handle that you try to glue back together. It looks all right, and it'll still hold water. It's still a good jug. But you better not ever try to pick it up by the handle. You have to wait for the glue to dry, and even then it might not hold.

I mean, if you were to find a shattered mirror, find all the pieces, all the shards and all the tiny chips, and have whatever skill and patience it took to put all that broken glass back together so that it was complete once again, the restored mirror would still be spiderwebbed with cracks, it would still be a useless glued version of its former self, which could show only fragmented reflections of anyone looking into it. Some things are beyond repair. And that was me.

occasionally I wished I could walk through a picture window and have the sharp, broken shards slash me to ribbons so I would finally look like I felt.