Quotes About Vulnerability

Your head and your heart are two different things. One of them can get you into trouble and the other can't. It's okay to be scared when you can't tell them apart. That happened to me every day of my life. But nobody saw it except you.

After you've spent four years kissing somebody's perineum, the subtext talks louder than words.

How come you kept them from smithereening me when we didn't even know each other yet?" "You never saw your ass in football pants. It would have been like letting them take a jackhammer to the Mona Lisa.

I've inflicted so much pain and suffering on myself over the years. I had a piercing called a guiche. That's the part between your arsehole and your balls. You're on all fours on a gurney. Your ass in the air, your meat and two veg hanging down. Your dignity is out the window. This girl did it, tattoos all over her face. I nearly passed out with the pain.

There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman being unapologetically herself; comfortable in her perfect imperfection. To me, that is the true essence of beauty.

If you're not comfortable enough with yourself or with your own truth when entering a relationship, then you're not ready for that relationship.

I understood that as much as I had resisted the outside, as much as I had constricted my life, as much as I had closed and narrowed the channels into me, there were still many takers for the quiet heart.

Courageous people are still afraid, but they don't let the fear paralyze them.

The closest I had ever come to seeing human nakedness before was in a movie. A documentary. It showed hundreds and hundreds of naked Jews, men, women, and children, being escorted by armed Nazi guards and barking German shepherds to their deaths. All the Jews were naked. Not undressed. Naked. And it seemed to me then, while I watched that documentary, that it wasn't just the Jews that the Nazis wanted annihilated but the very concept of nakedness as well.

In fact, being old and decrepit makes you an easy target—especially if you're addicted to opium!

Travel takes control away from us, exposing our weakest points. We are acutely aware of our vulnerability. We are naive, unaccustomed, unacquainted, unversed. We are ignorant, roaming in the darkness of the unfamiliar. We are lonely, lost, disoriented. Travel pushes us across the chasm. We are moved to explore the mysterious, to confront our fear, to venture beyond the challenging, cryptic crevasses of our path.

And whatever Aidan's secret thoughts might have been, for those moments his smiles and joy were genuine. His sweat and bruises were his own. Sometimes he won, usually he lost. But here, in these moments with Kai, they were just two boys, and Aidan managed almost to forget that Kai could have him killed and suffer no punishment at all.

Some things you just can't fight, and sneezing is like falling in love. There's little you can do about it, and it makes you look ridiculous and sometimes makes your eyes water.

And all of the late, late-night talks, when you're not stoned, but you're so tired you might as well be, when you just sit there glowing with warmth, and all of those things that you really hope for come out, and you connect with each other on such deep levels that, when you think about it the next day, you wonder if it was real - if the others felt it too.

There is no painting so large that the artist can hide behind it.

Or more like them," said Lucifer. "He won't want to leave himself undefended. After all, one of us could break in and kick him in the knee.

No matter how subtle the wizard, a knife between the shoulder blades will seriously cramp his style.

It has long been said that the three hardest words to say in the English language are I love you. We heartily disagree! For most people, it is much harder to say I don't know.

If it takes a lot of courage to admit you don't know all the answers, just imagine how hard it is to admit you don't even know the right question.

Very well, permit me, if you will, on this night. To break your hearts once more.

It is an extraordinary act of courage,' said Tulas Shorn, 'to come to know a stranger's pain.

The heart is neither given nor stolen. The heart surrenders.

Everyone was broken inside. It was just that some were more broken than others, and when they were broken bad inside, it was all they could do to keep the outside looking normal.

What are gods, after all, if not the perfect victims?