Quotes About Frailty

His brittle, yellowed bones were splintered, crushed and shattered.

Oh frail city! Where strangers arrive Pushing into cracks There to abide Oh blue city! Old friends gather sighs At the foot of docks After the tide Uncrowned city! Where sparrows alight In spider tracks On sills well high Doomed city! Closing comes the night History awakens Here to abide Frail Age Fisher kel Tath

Everything breaks." "Aye, lad. Everything breaks." "You could do it." "Do what?" "Break that sword." "No. I can't." "Everything breaks!" "Including people, lad.

We do naught but scratch the world, frail and fraught. Every vast drama of civilizations, of peoples with their certainties and gestures, means nothing, affects nothing. Life crawls on, ever on. She wondered if the gift of revelation—of discovering the meaning underlying humanity—offered nothing more than a devastating sense of futility.

I realise, as I stand swaying on the splintered slabs, that I have lost the thread of real life. It is stretching to an infinite thinness. And I am losing the equally fragile thread of sanity; it will not be long.

It was three o'clock in the morning. A time when frail people die.

A great solo is one that's so frail that it actually teeters on the edge of falling apart, but doesn't.

Because we know he was simply a man, with weakness and frailties. Who yearned for the same things all of us do--to love and be loved

Ljudi su ljudi i sve je ljudsko samo ljudsko, nažalost!

I watched him now, his hands working gingerly, as if he were learning to use them for the first time. He could not press down hard with a knife. His fingers shook. Each bite was a struggle; he chewed the food finely before swallowing.. The skin from his wrist to his knuckles was dotted with age spots, and it was loose, like skin hanging from a chicken soup bone.

Maybe she'd always wished to be beautiful and didn't quite dare to, because she could tell that people didn't say she was and more attention was given to other women, but she still had a frail hope that there'd been a mistake and she was after all.

Stupid, fragile mortals.

Weakness is doubly weak by being new.

But Lottie staggered on the lowest verandah step like a bird fallen out of the nest. If she stood still for a moment she fell asleep, if she leaned against anything her eyes closed. She could not walk another step.

We are always human and we should never forget the burden of being only human

there was something indefinably tired and worn-out about Birgit, like a photograph whose edges were missing their crispness.

As he grew weaker, he stumbled around the room, bumping into tables, tripping over chairs, knocking over chemical bottles, and making one big mess.

As leene was his hors as is a rake.

It just goes to show that no matter how great a nail you give humanity, we'll manage to hammer it into the ground crooked. We suck. It's the nature of our species.

I lived with humans for half a century. I've learned that you are weak, stupid, and easily cowed. Given the chance, you would rather fight each other than unite against a threat. I've never seen creatures who hate themselves so much.

She tried to understand what it meant to carry winter on your back, to hesitate over every step, to confuse words you don't hear properly, to have the impression that the rest of the world is going about in a great rush; the emptiness, frailty, fatigue, and indifference toward everything not directly related to you, even children and grandchildren, whose absence was not felt as it once had been, and whose names you had to struggle to remember.

Weinig oude mensen zijn tevreden, Irina. De meesten leven in armoede, met een gebrekkige gezondheid en zonder familie. Dit is de moeilijkste en kwetsbaarste fase van ons leven, erger nog dan je kinderjaren, want met de dag ga je verder achteruit en er wacht je geen andere toekomst dan de dood.

The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the force of the crown. It may be frail - its roof may shake - the wind may blow through it - the storm may enter - the rain may enter - but the King of England cannot enter! - all his force dares not cross the threshhold of the ruined tenement!

My arms are like twigs.