Love is fragile. And we're not always its best caretakers. We just muddle through and do the best we can. And hope this fragile thing survives against all odds.
The heart, when broken, is like sweet gums and spices when beaten; for as such cast their fragrant scent into the nostrils of men, so the heart, when broken, casts its sweet smell into the nostrils of God.
And when Eleanor smiled, something broke inside of him. Something always did.
Love is a very hard feeling to keep alive. It's a very fragile plant.
I find at moments I'm as fragile as glass.
I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower's stem.
But if i sit here and weep I'll be blown over by the slightest of breeze
It exasperated her sometimes. The way men could be so sure of themselves. They put words together like sheds or shelves and you could stand on them they were so solid. And those feelings which overwhelmed you in the small hours turned to smoke.
You have to have a thin skin. As a creative person, you have to. You can't get a thick skin.
Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower.
There is nothing more startling in human relations that the strong emotion of weak people.
There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.
And then I opened my eyes and it was just Grace and me - nothing anywhere but Grace and me - she pressing her lips together as though she were keeping my kiss inside her, and me, holding this moment that was as fragile as a bird in my hands.
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
I cry very easily.
Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia.
I feel pretty vulnerable all the time.
why won't they leave me alone? don't they realize I have a tinder heart and a paper body and that any spark will turn me straight to ash?
Only love can break a heart into so many pieces. -Risika(In The Forest Of The Night)
bent like the branches of a tree broken like the pieces of my heart cracked like the seventeenth moon shattered like the glass in the window the day we met
I am a thinned-skinned type. I am very sensitive, very emotional. Vulnerability is kind of always a part of my day.
A heartless hand on my shoulder A push and it's over Alabaster crashes down Six months is a long time Tried living in the real world Instead of a shell But before I began I was bored before I even began
Age cannot Love destroy, But perfidy can blast the flower, Even when in most unwary hour It blooms in Fancy's bower. Age cannot Love destroy, But perfidy can rend the shrine In which its vermeil splendours shine.
The leaf fall of his words, the stained glass hues of his moods, the rust in his voice, the smoke in his mouth, his breath on my vision like human breath blinding a mirror.
We're fragile, fragmented souls who are very sensitive to criticism.
