Sometimes I feel my arm is like a swan's neck - so weak.
Lately, the world felt fragile, like a blown egg, as if it might shatter beneath a careless touch.
My arms are like twigs.
I think glass has so many different forms. Sometimes it comes off as something so breakable and fragile, but it's amazingly strong. It starts as sand, and it takes on different lives, but it is breakable.
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.
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.
My impression was, he's walking as though he's made of glass, and if you should touch him he would just shatter apart. I don't know if it was an act or what, but it sure was effective.
Friable isn't often used of food, yet its meaning lends itself perfectly to pastry and crumbly biscuits.
You can only mend the vase so many times before you have to chuck it away.
