Let me summarise our delicate position in this universe: Our every word can be our last word; our every look can be our last look! Our every moment can be our last moment! Are we happy about this fragile situation? No! Are we going to deceive ourselves with some childish stories, in other words with religion? No! Then what are we going to do? We will change this desperate situation, we will strike this chaotic universe with human mind, with high intelligence, in short with science! Humanity’s ultimate objective is to reshape this dangerous universe so that no threat will ever remain for our existence!
— Mehmet Murat ildan[T]here's a thin line separating the delicate from the bloodless, in art as in food.
— Amit ChaudhuriOn the inside, the copycats of the ruffians are more delicate than the copycats of prudes.
— Criss JamiI've never thought of describing her beauty as delicate, because delicate just isn't a word that fits June... But here, now that she's sick, I realize just how fragile she can be.
— Marie LuTrue strength is delicate.
— Louise Berliawsky NevelsonShe was so delicate that, while we sat beneath the linden branches, a leaf would fall and drift down and touch her skin, and it would leave a bruise. So as we sat in the afternoon hour, beneath that fragrant linden bower, I had to chase all of the leafs that fell away.
— Roman PayneSilk is a fine, delicate, soft, illuminating, beautiful substance. But you can never rip it! If a man takes this tender silk and attempts to tear it, and cannot tear it, is he in his right mind to say 'This silk is fake! I thought it was soft, I thought it was delicate, but look, I cannot even tear it' ? Surely, this man is not in his right mind! The silk is not fake! This silk is 100% real. It's the man who is stupid!
— C. JoyBell C.When he appeared before the lord, his lordship was smitten immediately with the boy's unadorned beauty, like a first glimpse of the moon rising above a distant mountain. The boy's hair gleamed like the feathers of a raven perched silently on a tree, and his eyes were lovely as lotus flowers. One by one his other qualities became apparent, from his nightingale voice to his gentle disposition, as obedient and true as a plum blossom.
— Saikaku IharaOur lips now conjoin like the glittery coils of a wet snake dancing in the amazon. Kissing Nadia sends me into a savoring affair for that which is most delectable, always tasting the delicate layers that exist in her myriad of emotion. Always, Nadia’s opulent lips gratify and subdue by easing my sensitivity as she drags her fingers down my stomach like a tree scattering its roots. I now brush my lips over Nadia’s, dipping into her mouth like a brush that falls into a bucket of paint, osculating under this euphoric form of affection.
— Luccini ShurodI think it's funny to be delicate with subjects that are explosive.
— Jerry Seinfeld