“Frail the white rose and frail are
Her hands that gave”
James Joyce book Pomes Penyeach
A Flower Given To My Daughter, p. 11
Pomes Penyeach (1927)
A Summer Evening’s Tale
The Venetian Bracelet (1829)
“Frail the white rose and frail are
Her hands that gave”
James Joyce book Pomes Penyeach
A Flower Given To My Daughter, p. 11
Pomes Penyeach (1927)
“Memory, of all the powers of the mind, is the most delicate and frail.”
Ben Jonson (1572–1637) English writer
“Who then to frail mortality shall trust
But limns the water, or but writes in dust.”
Francis Bacon (1561–1626) English philosopher, statesman, scientist, jurist, and author
The World (1629)
Edith Wharton book The House of Mirth
Source: "The House of Mirth" http://books.google.com/books?id=plFdLlYHwZ8C&pg=PA69&lpg=PA69&dq=No+insect+hangs+its+nest+on+threads+as+frail+as+those+which+will+sustain+the+weight+of+human+vanity.&source=bl&ots=j0EPPhjIZW&sig=MQMjyNy5yKK97Ok4bGqRWfC3obE&hl=en&ei=T5F0TMqyMIuisAOczpyMBg&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=4&ved=0CCEQ6AEwAw#v=onepage&q=No%20insect%20hangs%20its%20nest%20on%20threads%20as%20frail%20as%20those%20which%20will%20sustain%20the%20weight%20of%20human%20vanity.&f=false (1905), ch. X, pg. 69
“How frail the human heart must be —
a mirrored pool of thought.”
Sylvia Plath (1932–1963) American poet, novelist and short story writer
Source: "I Thought I Could Not Be Hurt," quoted in the introduction to Letters Home: Correspondence 1950–1963 (1975) as Plath's first poem, written at age 14
Karl Popper book The Open Society and Its Enemies
Vol. 1, Ch 8 "The Philosopher King"
The Open Society and Its Enemies (1945)
Context: What a monument of human smallness is this idea of the philosopher king. What a contrast between it and the simplicity of humaneness of Socrates, who warned the statesmen against the danger of being dazzled by his own power, excellence, and wisdom, and who tried to teach him what matters most — that we are all frail human beings. What a decline from this world of irony and reason and truthfulness down to Plato's kingdom of the sage whose magical powers raise him high above ordinary men; although not quite high enough to forgo the use of lies, or to neglect the sorry trade of every shaman — the selling of spells, of breeding spells, in exchange for power over his fellow-men.
“Friendships, even the best of them, are frail things. One drifts apart.”
Virginia Woolf book To the Lighthouse
Source: To the Lighthouse
Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1802–1838) English poet and novelist
Canto I, XIII
The Fate of Adelaide (1821)