I reach out and grab her wrist. It feels impossibly tiny in my hand, like this one time I found a baby bird near goose Point, and I picked it up and it died there, taking its final gasping fluttering breaths in my palm.
The grass as bristly and stout as chives and me wondering when the ground will break and me wondering how anything fragile survives
Human life is as evanescent as the morning dew or a flash of lightning.
Life is fragile. We're not guaranteed a tomorrow so give it everything you've got.
Girls, like flowers, bloom but once. But once is enough.
If the heart stops for more than two minutes, you have massive brain death. There are only two minutes between our conscious world and zero. That's how fragile our consciousness is.
War is very sad and small life is pathetically fragile at times.
It is human nature to look away from illness. We don't enjoy a reminder of our own fragile mortality.
No, the point is not only does time fly and do we die, but that in these reckless conditions we live at all, and are vouchsafed, for the duration of certain inexplicable moments, to know it.
Life is a near-death experience.
It is strange how fragile this man-creature is.....in one second he's just garbage. Garbage, that's all.
I wish I could write a beautiful book to break those hearts that are soon to cease to exist: a book of faith and small neat worlds and of people who live by the philosophies of popular songs.
Life goes on with fragile normalcy.
Life is a picnic on a precipice.
Of course we all know that's not how life works. The novel that is our life can end at any time. Sometimes even on page one.
Photos are profound because they have such short lives. They are more like fingerprints, dead leaves, rain puddles, or the corpses of flies.
I thank God who slowly dressed me in a heavy skin, otherwise I would now be dead.
O harp of life, so speedily unstrung!
Even in our best shape we are a brittle piece of mortality. Your life is a breath, don't waste it.
I imagined what it would be like to hold a butterfly in your hands something bejeweled and treasured and to know that despite your devotion it was dying by degrees.
You can't ever go back; life is incredibly short and fragile.
I've seen people pass away. I've seen how fragile life is.
Show me a country where the bombs had to fallShow me the ruins of buildings so tallAnd I'll show you a young landWith many reasons whyThere but for fortune, go you or IYou or I.
Life is so fragile, so brief. And we seemingly work so hard at trying to ignore that.
We all think that an exception is going to be made in our case and were going to live forever. Being a human is actually arriving at the understanding that thats not going to be. Story is there to remind us that its just OK.
