Robert Krulwich Quotes

Life can be like walking on a high wire. Falling seems a tiny misstep away.

Every good thing in the world stands on the razor-edge of danger.

Any order is a balancing act of extreme precariousness.

Happiness, for you we walk on a knife edge. To the eyes you are a flickering light, to the feet, thin ice that cracks; and so may no one touch you who loves you.

All human things Of dearest value hang on slender strings.

Our skin is very thin. It doesn't take much for us to jump off a ledge or to kill one another. It can happen very, very quickly.

The thinner the ice, the more anxious is everyone to see whether it will bear.

I sit astride life like a bad rider on a horse. I only owe it to the horse's good nature that I am not thrown off at this very moment.

Power is precarious.

I treat my life as though I am on a tightrope.

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

What a seaOf melting ice I walk on!

All that I am hangs by a thread tonight

When I make a work, I often take it to the very edge of its collapse, and that's a very beautiful balance.

I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, So tremulously like a dream.

What is peace? Balance three iron skewers tip to tip, one upon the other; at the summit, emplace and egg, so that it too poises static in mid-air, and there you have the condition of peace in this world of men.

Here I am and there is my body dancing on glass.

The photographer hopes, in brief, to discover a tension so exact that it is peace.

It was all too easy to make things up, it was like skating on thin ice, it was like doing dainty pirouettes on a brittle crust over water thousands of fathoms deep.

There is a close relationship between flowers and convicts.

A severe war lurks under the show of peace.

Don't confuse symmetry with balance.

Happiness is a work of art. Handle with care.

Formerly it was the fashion to preach the natural; now it is the ideal. People too often forget that these things are profoundly compatible; that in a beautiful work of imagination the natural should be ideal, and the ideal natural.