Quotes About Vulnerability

Megan Meade's Guide to the McGowan Boys Entry Eleven Observation #1: Boys are vulnerable. Even the ones that seem like total, complete jerks. Observation #2: Boys don't know when to call a truce already. Especially the ones that seem like total, complete jerks.

You don't want to hurt me, But see how deep the bullet lies.

You don't wanna hurt me, but you see how deep the bullet lies

If my life were a book, I would have masking tape holding my hinges together. My pages would be loose, my edges tattered and my boards exposed, the front flyleaf torn and the leather mottled and moth-eaten. I'd have to take myself apart and put myself back together, as any good book restoration expert would do.

For the first time in her life she stood naked in the open air, at the mercy of the sun, the breeze that beat upon her, and the waves that invited her.

Open your heart. Someone will come. Someone will come for you. But first you must open your heart.

This is the danger of loving: No matter how powerful you are, no matter how many kingdoms you rule, you cannot stop those you love from dying.

Look at me, he said to her. His arms and legs jerked. Look at me. You got your wish. I have learned how to love. And it's a terrible thing. I'm broken. My heart is broken. Help me. The old woman turned and hobbled away. Come back, thought Edward. Fix me

Don't say I didn't warn you. One of these days you're going to take in a stray that'll really break your heart." ~Ed

I have to believe he will do as he promised. Yet the truth is that I trust him because of the way he snared my fingers in his. That is the worst reason of all to trust, but my bitter heart will not stop singing its recklessly giddy song.

I had not realized how much anger I held against my heart for all the people who use others as nothing more than tools to build a house for themselves, who wrap chains around others and then claim they have the right and even the obligation to do so.

I'm not brave,' Ava replied huskily. 'If you only knew how afraid I really am. Sometimes I think I am afraid of everything.' 'But isn't that what being brave is all about? Being afraid, but doing it anyway?

The world is a cruel place, Petrosinella, and it wounds the weak.

Everything in his life had come down to the sensation of her fingers against his. The person he was, the history he carried within himself, every joy and grief he had ever experienced, slipped way like an irrelevant garment. He was nothing but skin, speaking to another skin, and between the skins there was no need to find any words.

Husbands adored you, too, at least at first. Being adored was something she had come to mistrust. She felt adoration to be a small and lovely-looking bomb that could blow up in your face at any time.

For me, being together, fellow souls joined in fear, was some comfort. For him, that was weakness. In taking his hand I was telling him what I had seen, and that was something he could not allow.

The creature that was me had crept away and left nothing more than the shell of a woman curled up on the bunk.

Nakedness is nakedness. We all wanted comfort.

It has puzzled me that men, who claim more and more authority over women, show such fear of those whom they call weak. Perhaps they are hoping that women will come to believe that they need to be protected and dominated, but I cannot imagine any woman being so foolish.

Though they are fine to see, horses frighten me because they are large and weak minded, which is a dangerous combination in horses, men, and gods.

Though they are fine to see, horses frighten me because they are large and weak minded, which is a dangerous thing in horses, men and gods.

It's a scary thing, when a person you admire is suddenly revealed to be absolutely, truly human.

toughness creates a smoke screen to mask vulnerability

Because that's what art is; that's what it does. It breaks your heart. It moves you. If it doesn't do that, forget it. It's not worth it.