Quotes About Vulnerability

How can you protect yourself by carrying a sword if you don't know how to use it?' Not me, sir. Other people. They see the sword and don't attack me,' said Maladict patiently. Yes, but if they did, lad, you wouldn't be any good with it,' said the sergeant. No, sir. I'd probably settle for just ripping their heads off, sir. That's what I mean by protection, sir. Theirs, not mine. And I'd get hell from the League if I did that, sir.

Cheery was aware that Commander Vimes didn't like the phrase 'The innocent have nothing to fear', believing the innocent had everything to fear, mostly from the guilty but in the longer term even more from those who say things like 'The innocent have nothing to fear'.

When she spoke again it was in the thin, careful and above all brave voice of someone who has pulled themselves together despite overwhelming odds but might let go again at any moment.

I know that I am a small, weak man, but I have amassed a large library; I dream of dangerous places.

Mort was already aware that love made you feel hot and cold and cruel and weak, but he hadn't realized that it could make you stupid.

Whoever had created humanity had left in a major design flaw. It was its tendency to bend at the knees.

Ninety percent of true love is acute, ear-burning embarrassment.

When they're laughing at you, their guard is down. When their guard is down, you can kick them in the fracas.

I don't think it's weak to admit you made a mistake. That takes strength, if you ask me.

He was, he would be the first to admit, a coward, an incompetent, and not even very good at being a failure.

A city like Ankh-Morpork was only two meals away from chaos at the best of times.

Human beings, little bags of thinking water held up briefly by fragile accumulations of calcium...

It dawned on him—very slowly, because it was a completely new sensation—that someone in the world was frightened of him. The complete reverse was so often the case that he had come to think of it as a kind of natural law.

As castles went, this one looked as though it could be taken by a small squad of not very efficient soldiers. For defence, putting a blanket over your head might be marginally safer.

That's what prayers are... it's frightened people trying to make friends with the bully!

Ye mustn't be afraid to ask for help. Pride is a good thing, my girl, but it will kill you in time.

I write to discover. I write to uncover. I write to meet my ghosts... I write because it is dangerous, a bloody risk, like love, to form the words.

To withhold words is power. But to share our words with others, openly and honestly, is also power.

It is difficult to ever see yourself. I don't know how I've developed or grown as a writer. I hope I am continuing to take risks on the page. I hope I am continuing to ask the hard questions of myself. If we are attentive to the world and to those around us, I believe we will be attentive on the page. Writing is about presence. I want to be fully present wherever I am, alive to the pulse just beneath the skin.

The only space I see truly capable of being closed is not the land or our civil liberties but our own hearts.

She met his gaze, and what she saw in his eyes scared her, because at that instant she saw both possibility and heartbreak. She was ready for neither.

Asl?nda hepimiz yaral?y?z. Sadece baz?lar?m?z?n yaras? di?erlerinden daha fazla belli, o kadar.

Had she always been so insulated from human contact, like a bloom encased in frost?

She had never paid much attention to the heart beating in her own chest. As she watched the pattern traced by Korsak's, she became aware of her own pulse. She had always taken her heartbeat for granted, and she wondered what it would be like, to hang on every beat, fearful that the next might not come. That the throb of life in her chest would suddenly go still.