Quotes About Vulnerability

I felt rather than heard someone come up behind me and I didn't have to wonder who. My vagina had just gotten a heartbeat.

Then why are you getting dressed?" "Maybe I don't like being the only naked one in the room," I said sarcastically. And immediately regretted it. "That is easily remedied," he told me, and pulled off his sweater.

I lay there, no longer fighting, since my head was spinning too much. And because I wasn't going to win anyway. And because I kind of liked the feeling of sensual captivity, at least by this particular jailer.

It should have really ticked me off—the conceit of it, the more than a hint of possession, the presumption that he could just walk into my bathroom anytime he liked and— And I didn't care. I wanted to turn in to the feel of those hands,wanted to sink into all that warmth, wanted to preen like a cat being stroked, wanted— Wanted. And it scared the hell out of me.

He had all the self-preservation instincts of a bug near a shiny windshield.

One day, you will say it to me again. You will be sober. And you will mean it." I was actually terrified that I already meant it. A guy might just be a keeper who hears your cry for help in his head. And comes into a den of thieves to get you out. And then holds your hair while you throw up for ten minutes.

My nose was running, I couldn't see worth shit and my brain was still frozen in abject terror.

the idea of facing down the god of war made me feel incontinent

I'd learned that the hard way, all week. I hadn't realized how much I'd relied on his scowls or his shrugs or his grudging looks of approval to help me figure something out—until they weren't there anymore. Or how I could talk to some people about a lot of things, but only to him about everything.

Pritkin kissed like he did everything else, straightforward, accepting no prisoners and with an intensity that left me breathless. It was hot and hard and desperate, like he was starving for it, and I opened my mouth and took it, because, God .

I'm tired, I'm hungry and I have a head in a bag," I warned him. "Do not fuck with me.

Think you can maybe not die for five minutes?" "I'll try,"I told him seriously. "You know, if anyone else said that, it would be funny.

Whatever he writes will mean You have not silenced me. Despite all your power, you are not all powerful. Men have often reduced his voice to gasps and weeping. They have crushed the power to speak from his body, from many bodies. But words written down outlive the vulnerability of the flesh. His songs will fly through the air like swallows. Recorded words can be passed along. In one form or another, they will be passed along. Movement is their essential nature.

In Wirklichkeit fühlte ich mich, als würde ich aus Zuckerwatte bestehen, und jeder, der wollte, konnte sich ein Stück von mir abpflücken und damit wegrennen.

She pulled the blanket tighter around her, as if to demonstrate her vulnerability. "Anything can happen," she said. "Haven't you realized that yet?

I could love means I could die violently, or live violently; the threat of the arrow is everywhere at once, not just in the heart.

I reach out to hug her, and we stand still a moment. Her embrace is solid, tight in a good way. I might come apart if she lets go. It's funny how you don't know you are a bunch of pieces until someone hugs you together.

Don't hide, child. People who really live have a little wear and tear. But that's good. It's what makes us interesting.

I don't know which is more telling about a soul, their laughter or their tears. I suspect the latter, but hope for the former

When you go into labor you see that you are not the captain of the ship. You are the ship. There is no captain. There are only the waves.

To pass the barrier, you have to drop your ambivalence and cynicism. Your clever self-deceptions, excuses, and ulterior motives. You have to be ready, even desperate, before you propel yourself beyond your own fear.

Rain slips through your fingers as easily as words blow away in the wind, and yet it has the power to destroy your whole world.

No sense fretting over a fox among the lambs, when there's a wolf on the prowl. And this wolf is a savage one.

I was no longer sexually vulnerable to the death-by-sex Fae Prince. Jericho Barrons was my poison now.