Quotes About Fragility

So many of the books were faded and unreadable. After all, we're all in the same boat. Memento mori

Some blows fall too heavy upon those too fragile.

I guess I was sad that love was not real? Or not all that real, anyway? I guess I was sad that love could feel so real and the next minute be gone, and all because of something Abnesti was doing.

Two passing temporariness developed feelings for one another. Two puffs of smoke became mutually fond. I mistook him for solidity, and now must pay.

A little while, their hunger unfulfilled, The mothlike worlds flit 'round the guttering sun. (Ephemera)

One day or another, it is true, dust, supposing it persists, will probably begin to gain the upper hand over domestics, invading the immense ruins of abandoned buildings, deserted dockyards; and, at that distant epoch, nothing will remain to ward off night-terrors, for lack of which we have become such great book-keepers...

L'instabilité des choses a pour corrélat l'impuissance de l'homme.

Bir ÅŸeyler k?r?l?yordu, bir ÅŸeyler k?r?ld?. Kendini-nas?l demeli?-dayan?kl? hissetmiyorsun art?k: Sana bugüne kadar güç veren-öyle san?yordun, öyle san?yorsun-,yüreÄŸini ?s?tan ÅŸey, varoluÅŸ duygun,neredeyse önemli olduÄŸun duygusu, dünyaya baÄŸlanma,dünyada kalma duygusu eksikliÄŸini hissettirmeye baÅŸl?yor.

Who, on seeing a Parisian apartment house, has never thought of it as indestructible? A bomb, a fire, an earthquake could certainly bring it down, but what else? In the eyes of an individual, of a family, or even a dynasty, a town, street, or house seems unchangeable, untouchable by time, by the ups and downs of human life, to such an extent that we believe we can compare and contrast the fragility of our condition to the invulnerability of stone.

Los caminos que seguían, los valores a los que se abrían, sus perspectivas, sus deseos, sus ambiciones, todo eso, es cierto, les parecía a veces desesperadamente vacío. No conocían nada que no fuera frágil o confuso. Era, sin embargo, su vida, era la fuente de exaltaciones desconocidas, más que embriagadoras, era algo inmensa, intensamente abierto.

The pink petals hung raw and shook with the cold and wind. How they hung on out of season, the struggle of it, the strength it took. Not long now, and they'd be brown stains on a stalk.

Civilisations have been destroyed many times, and this civilisation is no different. It can be destroyed. We can think of time in terms of millions of years and life will resume little by little. The cosmos operates for us very urgently, but geological time is different.

All the sculptures of today, like those of the past, will end one day in pieces... So it is important to fashion ones work carefully in its smallest recess and charge every particle of matter with life.

I'm the wood in the fire. I've experienced, altered in nature. I am burnt, damaged, more resilient. A life is a bead of water on the black surface, so frail, so strong, its world incredibly held.

People went through life like well handled jugs, collecting chips and scrapes and stains from wear and tear, from holding and pouring life.

Here I am and there is my body dancing on glass

C'est la vanité, ce n'est pas d'être équilibré qui va me garder indemne

If you died it would be like my bones had been removed. No one would know why, but I would collapse.

No one survives life.

Like a vase, a heart breaks once. After that, it just yields to its flaws.

If you insist that people witness your beauty, they'll watch it closely until it's gone.

I closed my own eyes for a moment and recovered, but incompletely. I can't forget how close insanity is, how easy it might be to drive off the shoulder of the road into a place where no one would ever find me.

My own girlhood felt like something from 1650 even when it was happening. The little parties, kindnesses done by friends, the light as I walked home from school. Pine needles. I spent those days feeling half-there, not quite committed to that life.

And hope, Lauren thought, kept life moving. Hope that things would improve, that sadness would pass, that you'd live feeling you'd love and live. Hope that the few fragile threads of this new life won't be snapped before they can strengthen.