Quotes About Vulnerability

There was a time in the not too distant past when a thunderstorm caused grown men to shudder and feel small.

Much of my callousness and invulnerability has come from my refusal to mourn the loss of a soft word and a tender embrace.) Blessed are those who weep and mourn.

Yet the spiritual life begins with the acceptance of our wounded self.

The Wounded Healer deduz que graça e cura são transmitidas por meio da vulnerabilidade de homens e mulheres que foram maltratados e desprezados pela vida. Apenas soldados feridos podem servir ao Amor.

We hide what we know or feel ourselves to be (which we assume to be unacceptable and unlovable) behind some kind of appearance which we hope will be more pleasing. We hide behind pretty faces which we put on for the benefit of our public. And in time we may even come to forget that we are hiding, and think that our assumed pretty face is what we really look like.

In a futile attempt to erase our past, we deprive the community of our healing gift. If we conceal our wounds out of fear and shame, our inner darkness can neither be illuminated nor become a light for others.

To live by grace means to acknowledge my whole life story, the light side and the dark. In admitting my shadow side I learn who I am and what God's grace means.

Our hearts of stone become hearts of flesh when we learn where the outcast weeps.

When a man or woman is truly honest, it is virtually impossible to insult them personally.

Her heart was heavy because it was open, and so things filled it, and so things rushed out of it, but still the heart kept beating, tough and frighteningly powerful and meaning to shrug off the rest of her and continue on its own.

I wish there was someone I could have written to after that, someone I could have written to explain how awful it was to have someone touch you, then look at you properly and change his mind.

Once you let people know anything about what you think, that's it, you're dead. Then they'll be jumping about in your mind, taking things out, holding them up to the light and killing them, yes, killing them, because thoughts are supposed to stay and grow in quiet, dark places, like butterflies in cocoons.

Men conscious of inferiority are always trying to impose themselves on others, because they know that underneath they are cowards or cretins.

Then there's the part where she dropped you to the ground like a rag doll. You, a complete hardass with hundreds of thousands of dollars of training behind you." Ford held out the wallet in front of Ward's face. "That's just sad, man." Ward wanted to grab it. Would have if he could move his hands. "Did you miss the part where I said 'fuck you'?" "It would be easier to take you seriously if you weren't tied to a chair.

One does not escape the fate of Nietzsche's teaching so long as one recognizes strength only as strength and weakness only as weakness.

pride was dangerous and could make you vulnerable.

Kun ihminen antaa ahneudelleen ylivallan, siihen liittyy aina riskejä.

Desconfío de la gente que dice que nunca tiene miedo. Creo que mienten. No tanto a mí como a sí mismos.

El dodo no sabía lo que era un enemigo. Y por eso, lógicamente, lo consideraron tonto.

A close relationship, she thought. As far as they are concerned, all that means is a threat to which they don't want to expose themselves.

Growing older is like walking on thinner and thinner ice.

Do not tell everyone your story. You will only end up feeling more rejected. People cannot give you what you long for in your heart. The more you expect from people's response to your experience of abandonment, the more you will feel exposed to ridicule.

Who can listen to a story of loneliness and despair without taking the risk of experiencing similar pains in his own heart and even losing his precious peace of mind? In short: "Who can take away suffering without entering it?

In our own woundedness, we can become sources of life for others.