Quotes About Vulnerability

My knees are ticklish.

If I get tickled in a certain way, I actually lose the ability to stand. I don't mean to, but something happens to my knees, and I fall on the ground.

You've got to be careful of guys trying to chop-block you. You know, running backs, the receivers. You've got to just hope that your knees are fine and you can avoid those chop blocks.

I am not crazy about my knees.

To feel love is the most incredible feeling in the world. To lose it will nearly end you and take you to your knees, but there's always more.

I really enjoy the immediacy of the 'knife and gun clubs,' as they're so callously called. Emergency is a great place to learn about people.

I'm sure there is an infinite number of men who Ann Wolfe can knock out. I'm one of them.

The only person in the world who could knock me out is my anaesthetist.

I'm learning to communicate honestly and knock it off with the hiding.

I felt like I was the only person on the planet with this 'thing called depression', and I remember being frightened. I was knocked out and dopey, and I cried all of the time.

What's the worst that can happen? I get knocked out. At least I tried.

Nobody can take too many big hits, not even comparing someone 5-foot-8 'cause some of the 6-foot-3 guys still get knocked out, too.

It knocks me for a six when someone online asks me on a date.

I always try to keep that feeling of being on the edge. I'm afraid of knowing too well and seeming mechanical.

I'm known among my friends for saying things I probably shouldn't sometimes, but I have to get things out in the air.

Courage is the art of being the only one who knows you're scared to death.

The children in 'Nobody Knows' had a resonance with me. The children are projections of myself.

I'm pretty sure I don't want a camera in my face when I am in labor.

The lack of financial strength to avail healthcare is a major challenge.

I lack trust in others.

Surely it's better to love others, however messy and imperfect the involvement, than to allow one's capacity for love to harden.

I barely heard him, I was too busy watching Pritkin, who had slumped over with his head on the sofa arm, shoulders shaking helplessly, and what looked suspiciously like tears leaking out from under his closed eyes. "Not that bad," he muttered, and then he was off again.

Is there anyone in this apartment who hasn't seen me naked?" I demanded, grabbing the sheet and the phone. "I genuinely hope so, Cassandra.

And then I got to my feet and stumbled toward the door again. And got halfway there before I realized I was naked. Of course I am, I thought angrily, and went back to the bed for a sheet. God forbid I actually wake up dressed anymore.