Sidonie Gabrielle Colette Quotes

Ever try to hold a butterfly? It can't be done. You damage them," he said. 'As gentle as you try to be, you take the powder from their wings and they won't ever fly the same. It's kinder to let them go.

Some people are as fragile as butterflies and sensitive and it’s your responsibility not to destroy them. Just because you can

True strength is delicate.

It takes a tough man to make a tender chicken.

Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth.

True delicacy is not a fragile thing.

The only thing I was trying to portray was serenity. Also, innocence, vulnerability and elegance.

Girls are soft and pretty.

I do have a delicate side.

I don't like to feel like I'm some fragile package that has to be shipped by high-priority mail and handled with white gloves.

I was so overprotected, I used to think I was as delicate as people said I was.

I like my girls delicate.

Something about the way she moves through the world does not lend itself to the care of fragile objects.

It is all a question of sensitiveness. Brute force and overbearing may make a terrific effect. But in the end, that which lives by delicate sensitiveness. If it were a question of brute force, not a single human baby would survive for a fortnight. It is the grass of the field, most frail of all things, that supports all life all the time. But for the green grass, no empire would rise, no man would eat bread: for grain is grass; and Hercules or Napoleon or Henry Ford would alike be denied existence.

Orchidbreathing incense into butterfly's wings

Governing a large country is like frying a small fish. You spoil it with too much poking.

He held me against him gently, as if I was glass - as if I could shatter and fall away from him at any moment and leave him breathless and alone once more.

nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

Is there anything in the universe more beautiful and protective than the simple complexity of a spider's web?

Much handled things are always soft(27).

The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.

I already, and for weeks afterward, felt my nature the coarser for this part of my woodland experience, and was reminded that ourlife should be lived as tenderly and daintily as one would pluck a flower.

Can you gather your vital breath and yet be tender like a newborn baby?