Quotes About Vulnerability

In their poverty, the mentally handicapped reveal God to us and hold us close to the gospel.

The heart is forever inexperienced.

If a man is alive, there is always danger that he may die, though the danger must be allowed to be less in proportion as he is dead-and-alive to begin with. A man sits as many risks as he runs.

It is usually the imagination that is wounded first, rather than the heart; it being much more sensitive.

It's good to be scared, it means you still have something to lose

She existed in that view wholly for the small house in Chelsea; the moral of which moreover, of course, was that the more one gave oneself the less of one was left. There were always people to snatch at one, and it would never occur to them that they were eating one up. They did that without tasting.

But if we may perish by cracks in things that we don't know.

She was afraid,' said Mrs. Bread, very confidently; 'she has always been afraid, or at least for a long time. That was the real trouble, sir. She was like a fair peach, I may say, with just one little speck. She had one little sad spot. You pushed her into the sunshine, sir, and it almost disappeared. Then they pulled her back into the shade and in a moment it began to spread. Before we knew it she was gone. She was a delicate creature.

An unknown man in a lonely place is a permitted object of fear to a young woman privately bred.

She believed just then that to let him take her in his arms would be the next thing to her dying. This belief, for a moment, was a kind of rapture, in which she felt herself sink and sink.

he felt the whole vision turn to darkness and his very feet give way. His head went round; he was going; he had gone.

But I was to be later on so much more overwhelmed that this mere dawn of alarm was a comparatively human chill.

We were cut off, really, together; we were united in our danger.

My dear man, what has happened to you? Well, that I can bear it no longer. That's simply what has happened. Something has snapped, has broken in me, and here I am. It's as I am that you must have me.

Don't fail me. It would kill me.

People are proud only when they have something to lose, and humble when they have something to gain.

It's very easy to laugh at her but it is not easy to be as brave as she.

We don't run away from people unless we fear them and... we don't fear them unless we know that we are unarmed.

I'm afraid I'm too ill." "Too ill to tell me?" it sprang up sharp to him, and almost to his lips, the fear she might die without giving him light.

What I want is to open up. I want to know what's inside me. I want everybody to open up. I'm like an imbecile with a can opener in his hand, wondering where to begin-- to open up the earth. I know that underneath the mess everything is marvelous. I'm sure of it.

I study you so much to discover the possible flaws, the weak points, the danger zones. I don't find them—not any. That means I am in love, blind, blind. To be blind forever.

Give me a few days of peace in your arms—I need it terribly. I'm ragged, worn, exhausted. After that I can face the world.

I am going to sing for you, a little off key perhaps, but I will sing.

But there was a streak in me, a perverse one, which prevented me from giving the essential self. This perversity always voiced itself thus: Reveal your true self and they will mutilate you.