Edward Young Quotes

Fragility is the quality of things that are vulnerable to volatility.

Everyone is fragile. Everything beautiful is fragile

The more perfect a thing is, the more susceptible to good and bad treatment it is.

The European Union is not unbreakable; something that is breakable is extremely valuable.

We're all so damned fragile.

With everything so perfect, reality seemed somehow fragile, as if the slightest interruption could imperil her pretty future... all of it felt as tenuous as a soap bubble, shivering and empty.

I find at moments I'm as fragile as glass.

The innocence of virgins is like milk which turns when exposed to a clap of thunder, to a tart smell, to a hot day, to the merest nothing.

Lately, the world felt fragile, like a blown egg, as if it might shatter beneath a careless touch.

Ignorance is like a delicate exotic fruit; touch it and the bloom is gone.

It must be very fragile, if a handful of berries can bring it down.

I don't like seeing her this delicate.

Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it.

Carrie doesn't seem to talk about anything with sharp edges. Maybe she's afraid they might poke her and then she'd burst.

There is so much fragility in kissing, in other people: It is all glass.

I'm a whisper in water.

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

I thought how tenuous the links were between mother and children between friends family things you think are eternal. Everything could be lost more easily than anyone could imagine.

I got hit in the face with a gun. I'm not very fragile at all. It makes me think maybe things would be easier if I were terribly frail and fragile somehow.

things which in my mind blossom will stumble beneath a clumsiest disguise appear capable of fragility and indecision

...crystal and hearts would lose all their merit in the world if it were not for their fragility.

Everything had shattered. The fact that it was all still there — the walls and the chairs and the children’s pictures on the walls — meant nothing. Every atom of it had been blasted apart and reconstituted in an instant, and its appearance of permanence and solidity was laughable; it would dissolve at a touch, for everything was suddenly tissue-thin and friable.

Pull a string, a puppet moves ... each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire, the bed, the walls, the room; all our necessities including love, rest on foundations of sand - and any given cause, no matter how unrelated: the death of a boy in Hong Kong or a blizzard in Omaha ... can serve as your undoing. all your chinaware crashing to the kitchen floor, your girl will enter and you'll be standing, drunk, in the center of it and she'll ask: my god, what's the matter? and you'll answer: I don't know, I don't know.

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