Quotes About Fragility

There's no time to hold grudges when you've seen how fragile things can really be.

And time brings down what is both strong and tall. But plants new set to be eradicate, And buds new blown, to have so short a date, Is by his hand alone that guides nature and fate.

I feel pretty vulnerable all the time.

I should like to freeze in time all those I do love, keep them somehow safe from the ravages of the passing years..."Rather like flowers pressed between the pages of a book!

At the same time, [princess Margaret] had a fragility and an insecurity in who she was and her position, because her sister had always got the education ever since David [Edward VIII] abdicated.

O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?

They tied me back together, but they didn't use double knots. My insides are draining out of the fault lines in my skin, I can feel it, but every time I check the bandages, they're dry.

It is dangerous, at any time, to multiply sources of weakness.

Whether it's the pot that hits the rock or the rock that hits the pot , it's the pot that will break every time

Human pride is not worthwhile; there is always something lying in wait to take the wind out of it.

El hombre es un museo de enfermedades, una residencia de impurezas; llega hoy y mañana ha desaparecido; empieza como barro y acaba como hedor (...)

we slept, if one might call such a condition by so strong a name—for it was a sleep set with a hair-trigger.

Liesel's blood had dried inside of her. It crumbled. She almost broke into pieces on the steps.

Creo que a los humanos les gusta contemplar la destrucción a pequeña escala. Castillos de arena, castillos de naipes, por ahí empiezan. Su gran don es la capacidad de superación.

Snowflakes of ash fell so lovelily you were tempted to stretch out your tongue to catch them, taste them. Only, they would have scorched your lips. They would have cooked your mouth.

For hours she sat with him as he shivered and slept. 'Don't die' she whispered. 'Please, Max, just don't die.' He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder he became, the more he melted.

I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sandcastles, house of cards, that's where they begin.

Snowflakes of ash fell so lovelily you were tempted to stretch out your tongue to catch them, taste them. Only, they would have scorched your lips. They would have cooked your mouth. Clearly

I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their great skill is their capacity to escalate. The

sintió que su cuerpo se arrugaba y se hacía una pelota, como una página llena de tachones arrojada a la papelera. Como basura. Sin embargo, día tras día conseguía estirarse y alisarse, indignado y agradecido. Destrozado, pero no hecho pedazos.

unas lágrimas, que parecían de cristal, le resbalaban por la piel a pesar de no estar llorando. Se las habían arrancado a golpes.

One seat, two men, a short argument and me. It kills me sometimes, how people die.

Everything was so desperately noisy in the dark when he was alone. Each time he moved, there was the sound of a crease. He felt like a man in a paper suit.

I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sandcastles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their great skill is their capacity to escalate. The thought of missing it was eased when she