Quotes About Frailty

All other areas of my life, I'm hopeless. I can't even be certain how to boil an egg.

Weak mortals, chained to the earth, creatures of clay as frail as the foliage of the woods, you unfortunate race, whose life is but darkness, as unreal as a shadow, the illusion of a dream.

His ribs were as visible as hands around a cup.

Our days begin with trouble here,Our life is but a span,And cruel death is always near,So frail a thing is man.

Lord, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am.

Health is merely the slowest way someone can die.

Stick-thin, alabaster-pale Etienne LeBlanc runs down the rue de Dinan with Madame Ruelle, the baker's wife, on his heels: the least-robust rescue ever assembled.

A way for a small thing to destroy a much larger thing.

Our motto instead is, "Work—or do anything at all, so long as you do not pray, or even come to an awareness of your frailty." Turn up the noise.

You look closely enough, you'll find that everything has a weak spot where it can break, sooner or later.

You never realise how fragile everything is until it breaks.

I am frail like everyone else, and I take that into account when I talk about things.

You do not have to ladle on the impasto to make a point about human frailty or ambitions.

I just got fed up with the Protestantism that I'd been brought up with being rubbed out, disregarded. There's an awful lot of frailty and doubt about it, which I understand and share, but there are certain things you just have to acknowledge.

Rick Rubin and my father had a great friendship and it's because of it that the work my dad did at the end of his life was created - that he felt creativity and invigorated again, even though he was being consumed by frailty.

My breath clouded the air like a little ghost escaping from my body.

For all our claims and gestures of dominion over this earth, all our gravity-defying explorations beyond it, all our artistic triumphs, all our athletic feats, we are a breakable species

He doesn't appear much, does he—one frightened old fat man too weak to support his own flesh without the help of suspensors." It

I did not fall heavily, nor did I feel any pain, but I felt so weak and unhappy that I buried my face in the ground: I could not bear the strain of seeing around me the things of the earth. I felt convinced that every movement and every thought was forced, and that one had to be one's guard against them. Yet nothing seemed more natural than to lie here on the grass, my arms beside my body, my face hidden.

His numerous legs, pitifully thin in comparison to the rest of his circumference, flickered helplessly before his eyes.

Prayer," Kafka notes, brings "its infinite radiance to bed in the frail little cradle of one's own existence.

It's a very normal, human frailty we all have, to be afraid someone we love could be taken from us. And the reality is, eventually we all suffer loss. It's a sad fact of life. There is no way to stop it, really. But there is a way to prepare for it…

La vida es una maldita enfermedad que a todos nos acaba matando.

How come we've got these bodies? They are frail supports for what we feel. There are times I get so hemmed in by my arms and legs. I look forward to getting past them. As though death will set me free like a traveling cloud. I'll get past the ragged leaves that dead bum of my youth looked into. I'll be out there as a piece of the endless body of the world feeling pleasures so much larger than skin and bones and blood.