Quotes About Brittle

From behind the Iron Curtain, there are signs that tyranny is in trouble and reminders that its structure is as brittle as its surface is hard.

One of the great virtues of Confucianism was its suppleness. Western political thought tended to be rather brittle; as soon as the state became corrupt, everything ceased to make sense. Confucianism always retained its equilibrium, like a cork that could float as well in spring water or raw sewage.

When those who found this skeleton attempted to disengage it from that which it held in its grasp, it crumbled to dust.

Hatred, revenge—they're just as bad as trying to protect yourself from more hurt—they can make you brittle inside. And if you're brittle, you break. One way or another, you break.

Sharp men, like sharp needles, break easy, though they pierce quick.

How beautiful it is and how easily it can be broken.

You are a shell of a man, all she has to do is knock against you to find out you are empty.

If you took a cracked pot and you cracked that cracked pot, you'd be approaching the level of cracked pottery we are talking about here.

Eggs and oaths are easily broken.

Jeezum—humans were like eggshells.

Here beyond men's judgments all covenants were brittle.

Here beyond men's judgements all covenants were brittle.

A brittle crackling sounded ahead of them, then a peal of hearty laughter. "Badgers!" scoffed a booming voice with a heavy Spanish accent. "We don't need no stinking badgers!

The tougher you are, the more fragile.

The House of Lords is like a glass of champagne that has stood for five days.

A disarmingly accurate generalization about assholes: They know a lot, however brittle their knowledge becomes under intimacy's whitest, hottest lights.

Sisters are brittle things. God was penurious with me, which makes me shrewd with Him. One is a dainty sum! One bird, one cage, one flight; one song in those far woods, as yet suspected by faith only!

All human things Of dearest value hang on slender strings.

The folly of humankind is that it believes it is impervious to decay

It's an urban November P.M.: very last leaves down, dry gray hairy grass, brittle bushes, gap-toothed trees. The rising moon looks like it doesn't feel very well.

Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; A shining gloss that vadeth suddenly; A flower that dies when first it 'gins to bud; A brittle that's broken presently; A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, Lost, vaded, broken, dead within an hour. And as goods lost are seld or never found, As vaded gloss no rubbing will refresh, As flowers dead lie withered on the ground, As broken glass no cement can redress; So beauty blemished once, for ever lost, In spite of physic, painting, pain and cost.

I knew what she was, and it made no difference at all. She was hard, as ruthless as she was beautiful, as brittle as bone china.

Mortals are fragile," I say. "Not you," he says in a way that sounds a little like a lament. "You never break.

If Olivia was like a decadent chocolate-covered strawberry, and Portia a pineapple-and-spice hummingbird cupcake, then Cordelia was peanut butter brittle, still sweet, though with something more substantial added by way of peanuts, but unbendable.