Fragile Nature Quotes

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

I've learned you can't take any steps to protect any art. It is so vulnerable.

Part of me is made of glass, and also, I love you.

We saw the strong trees struggle and their plumes do down, The poplar bend and whip back till it split to fall, The elm tear up at the root and topple like a crown, The pine crack at the base - we had to watch them all. The ash, the lovely cedar. We had to watch them fall. They went so softly under the loud flails of air, Before that fury they went down like feathers, With all the hundred springs that flowered in their hair, and all the years, endured in all the weathers - To fall as if they were nothing, as if they were feathers.

The things that I loved were very frail. Very fragile. I didn't know that. I thought they were indestructible. They weren't.

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

Presse a stick, and it seemes a youth.

Good intentions are very mortal and perishable things. Like very mellow and choice fruit, they are difficult to keep.

We're fragile, fragmented souls who are very sensitive to criticism.

Man seems to be a rickety poor sort of thing, any way you take him; a kind of British Museum of infirmities and inferiorities. He is always undergoing repairs. A machine that was as unreliable as he is would have no market.

Very slight violence will break that which has once been cracked.

Everything here is so weak, little girl. Everything breaks so easily. They want such simple things.

All the things paper-thin and paper-frail, and all the people too.

The finest qualities of our nature, like the bloom on fruits, can be preserved only by the most delicate handling. Yet we do not treat ourselves nor one another thus tenderly.

The human heart was such a complex organ, fragile and sturdy all at once.

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.

We're all so damned fragile.

Still, being fragile creatures, humans always try to hide from themselves the certainty that they will die. They do not see that it is death itself that motivates them to do the best things in their lives. They are afraid to step into the dark, afraid of the unknown, and their only way of conquering that fear is to ignore the fact that their days are numbered. They do not see that with an awareness of death, they would be able to be even more daring, to go much further in their daily conquests, because then they would have nothing to lose- for death itself is inevitable.

Hair is the most delicate and lasting of our materials, and survives us, like love. It is so light, so gentle; so escaping from the idea of death, that, with a lock of hair belonging to a child or friend, we may almost look up to heaven and compare notes with the angelic nature,--may almost say, "I have a piece of thee here not unworthy of thy being now.

Virtues, like essences, lose their fragrance when exposed. They are sensitive plants, which will not bear too familiar approaches.

Despite all the achievements of civilisation, the human being is still one of the most vulnerable creatures on earth.

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

The small is easy to scatter.

Though there is one part of writing that is solid and you do it no harm by talking about it, the other is fragile, and if you talk about it, the structure cracks and you have nothing.

He said, You're so tiny, like a doll, you look like you might break. I wanted him to break me. Part of me did.