Quotes About Vulnerability

Cesto kazemo da smo emotivno nedostupni, ali nas pogled prevari i kaze da smo uvek dostupni.

When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they might disintegrate.

You may say suicide is a loss of control and cowardly. Foolish as it may sound, I am prepared to argue.

We love because we can lose. If there was no threat of separation, no death to shake us to our core, we probably wouldn't love much at all.

Love makes you stupid. Love makes you weak. Love will kill you all one day, and it's going to kill you today.

She dared to love againShe dared to give herself againShe lost the battle again with tears shedding down the rosy cheeksShe lost herself again~

Not every man has the courage & strength to handle a deep women.

i feel everything.i do not know how to un-feeland to not feelis to stop the sun.

We thought we were invincible and Dominic proved us all wrong, " - Jesse Carlisle

I'm going to be honest with you. I don't want to sit here all night making small talk when all I want to do is kiss you.

The truest of loves transcends even the greatest of insecurities.

And I finally understood something--why had it taken me so long? Sometimes people lie because they love you.

If they knew how much you kept inside to keep from hurting them, but hurting yourself instead, maybe they'd love you more.

I'd rather love a million times and have my heart broken every time, than hold a permanitely empty heart forever.

Don't make me regret this, " I said, breathless."You haven't regretted me once.

Cowards never dare to love.

I think it's the bravest thing in the world - to run straight at love, even knowing how badly you could get hurt.

I'm scared all the time, " she whispered. "You'd be an idiot if you weren't, " Anne said. "And you wouldn't be brave either.

And if not for the caterpillars and butterflies, who will I talk to? You'll be far away. And as for larger creatures, I'm not afraid. I have my thorns...to protect me.

nobody tells us as little girls that we may fall in love and have moments of hating our beloved, or have ridiculous arguments at 2 AM over something that neither person understands.

Uncommunicated expectations are the shame of relationships.

We left dents on each other. Mine was in her heart, and hers was on my car.

I was just an option.Blown easily to piecesand offered to the skyby the sweet laced painupon your lips.

You are the poemthat sticks in my throatteaching me to whisperwith the voice of my heart.