Quotes About Brittle

When people age, the main valve carrying blood out of the heart becomes brittle. As this aortic valve narrows, it can cause debilitating heart failure, and even death.

Las Vegas is the expression, in glitter and concrete, of America's brittle and mutating id.

Disagreement is not necessarily a reason to head for Splitsville. In fact, a relationship without disagreement is probably too brittle to last. Some of the best human bonds are forged in the fire of disagreement.

There had been a brittle quality to her, something unyielding, a young person who carried about her a premonition of old age.

I instantly feel like the world has turned to glass. Every moment is delicate. Every movement is a risk.

We melt; we tear and rip apart. Membrane, baby. Cellophane. Ain't that some shit.

Love is like an eggshell, isn't it? It can never be put together again.

In November, at winter's gate, the stars are brittle. The sun is a sometime friend. And the world has tucked her children in, with a kiss on their heads, till spring.

another brittle hug from Adele - it was like being embraced by a Ryvita

He is fragile, like a prince of ice, of glass.

The fire had forged them both—she and her brother—into brittle instruments. Should she bend, she would break.

All our yesterdays neatly shelved, time cataloged in drawers: News grows brittle and yellow under the library, in catacombs of paper.

Upon meeting Julian Morrow, one has the impression that he is a man of extraordinary sympathy and warmth. But what you call his 'Asiatic serenity' is, I think, a mask for great coldness. The face one shows him he invariably reflects back at one, creating the illusion of warmth and depth when in fact he is brittle and shallow as a mirror.

While my mind is flexible, these brittle bones don't bend.

She is hollowed out, her edges blurred and insubstantial. She might disintegrate, break apart, like a raindrop hitting a leaf.

Matt had told me that cold was just the absence of heat, but it didn't feel like that. It felt like a presence. It felt stealthy, like a thief. You had to wrap your clothes tight around you or it would steal your warmth, and when all your warmth was gone you'd just be a shell, empty and brittle as a dead beetle.

Peace was made of porcelain, as it always was.

We were broken, brittle and fragile. The question was, were we still precious to each other? Or, instead of everything falling into place, had it fallen into pieces?

So we thrash about in a pool of comparison and one-upmanship. Our lives become burdened by the heaviness of getting it right. Our joy becomes brittle, and our hearts slowly break. The only possible outcome of this hurry-up-and-matter hustle is the slow crushing of our souls.

It is also why there is so little tolerance for substantive dis- sent, or fundamental critique, in America. Since our identity is in fact quite brittle, we have to be constantly telling ourselves how fabulous we are.

But what good is living if the life you lead is brittle and dead?

If human beings had only known how to truly preserve their knowledge of the world, if they had just engraved it into rock, into crystals, into diamond and in so doing, passed it on to their descendants, then perhaps the world would now look altogether otherwise. For what are we to do with such a brittle stuff as paper? What can come of writing books?

Anything cracked will shatter at a touch.

These eggs are broken. Cracked." "Yes, ma'am. That happens sometimes." "Does it?" "Yes, it's the unfortunate part of being an egg.