Quotes About Vulnerability

Her delicate beauty must avoid a strong light. There is something about her uncertain manner, as well as her white clothes, that suggests a moth

A single girl, a girl alone in the world, has got to keep a firm hold on her emotions or she'll be lost!

But, honey, you know as well as I do that a single girl, a girl alone in the world, has got to keep a firm hold on her emotions or she'll be lost!

Her delicate beauty must avoid a strong light.

Oh, dear, dear! I had to walk straight forward—past the last elm tree and into that merciless sunlight. Oh! It beat down on me, scorching me! Whips! . . . Oh, Jesus! . . . Over my face and my body! . . . I tried to walk on fast but was dizzy and they kept closer behind me—! I stumbled, I

Quite simply, if God knows me better than I know myself, what point is there [in] pretending I am other than I am before God? Prayer is not the place for pretended piety; prayer is the place for getting down to brass tacks. . . . Thus we might as well acknowledge our true state when we pray. We pray to God from where we are, not from where we consider we should be. And God, who knows us where we are, can lead us to where we can be.17

Oddly enough, it was Prudence he studied beneath his lashes, not MacKay. The words he spoke came straight from his heart. "No. Because she felt ashamed. Because she felt dirty. After the things he did to her, she could never feel worthy of someone as fine as you.

Gwendolyn had been seeking to atone for her father's sins, but instead she found herself exalted by this potent combination of power and vulnerability, both Bernard's and hers. She was no longer his captive, but a willing supplicant on the altar of his pleasure. Her absolution was sweeter than anything she had anticipated, but not nearly as sweet as the moment when Bernard dropped to his knees and pressed her cheek to his thundering heart.

I dream that someone will love me as a person so wholly that it won't matter whether I have gray pubic hair or sagging breast.

Don't disappear on me, Dylan." I hope I don't disappear on myself.

This woman was truly what he wanted, and therefore he was truly afraid for the first time.

I know you hate yourself for how you are. I know you hate how you look and how you know others will look at you if you reveal yourself. But sometimes, with people who matter, you have to reveal even the worst of what you believe yourself to be. You have to have faith that it won't make a difference. I would never judge you for how you look. Who you are is what matters, and who you are is always buried deep inside.

Love is a beautiful fear.

This is what dying is like, he thinks. You do it alone. You are debased by it. You are exposed to your own weaknesses and to the harsh reality of what it means.

We build too many walls to be completely honest with ourselves.

I thought I was going to die there, alone. I thought I would never see you again. He seemed to shake off the memory and leaned back on an elbow, gazing at her with a lop-sided smile on his face. The Shadrin left some scars that aren't healed yet. But I would have to take off my pants to show them to you. Really? Kahlan gave a throaty laugh. I think I better have a look... to see if everything is all right.

Her green eyes came unafraid to his. The connection was so intense that it threatened to drain his sense of self. He felt that he had always known her, that she had always been a part of him, that her needs were his needs.

Cara waggled a hand over the two of them. It works better with your clothes off. Richard frowned. His voice came as a hoarse croak. What? She seemed mystified by the question. I believe you will find such things work better without clothes. She put her hands to her hips. I thought you would know at least that much.

Confidence can be a dangerous thing. Fear can keep you safe, sometimes.

Your forces will try to use shields, but I can tell you from experience that shields don't work. Shields key off life. They have nothing to latch on to with the dead.

Come to me, my love. I want you very badly right now." He nodded and started to reach for the Agiel on the side table. Denna touched his wrist. "Tonight, I want you without the Agiel. Please? Teach me what it's like without the pain?

He had to smile, or his fragile world would fall apart.

An' things ha' come to a pretty pass, ye ken, if people are going to leave stuff like that aroound where innocent people could accidentally smash the door doon and lever the bars aside and take the big chain off'f the cupboard and pick the lock and drink it!

It was amazing how many friends you could make by being bad at things, provided you were bad enough to be funny.