Quotes About Vulnerability

The best thing I've learned is, if you're going out, never go out alone - you leave yourself vulnerable. If you've got someone else there you trust, they can say, be wary of that person. I probably used to be too trusting of people.

I'm very wary of trust, you see.

When I was living out of my car, I did not know where we were going to eat, use the bathroom, rest or enjoy a quiet moment. I used McDonald's bathrooms to mix baby formula and wash my body because I had no other options.

I was so ashamed of it that I would spend hours in the shower crying and trying to wash my skin off.

I used to have a blankie, and when my mom had to wash it, I would sit outside the dryer and watch it go round and round, and cry.

When Superstorm Sandy churned up fourteen-foot walls of water that slammed New York's coastal communities in October 2012, they also washed away any false notions we had that we care sufficiently for poor people.

In a way it was like washing your laundry in public and, yep, there you go, you've seen my underwear. And now I feel like there's nothing left, you've seen it all and I can get on.

How did you stand lying about yourself for years? You must have felt cut off from the whole world." I fought down the lump in my throat. "I did indeed. And then I met this prince who seemed able to see through me, to the truth behind the lies. He was terrifying and fascinating, but to my amazement, it was an immeasurable relief to be seen.

Why live in fear that he might find me disgusting someday, when I could make it happen right now?

On a good day, he was friend enough. On a bad day, running into his inadequacy was like tripping up the stairs. It hurt, but it felt like my own fault.

What was rage but a cover for some secret fragility, some sorrow?

The words bounced off her like a stone skipping over the surface of a lake. A stone may skip a long way, but it always sinks eventually.

I was feverish; I couldn't keep down food. Orma stayed by me the entire time, and I suffered the illusion that behind his skin—behind everyone's—was a hollow nothingness, an inky black void. He rolled up my sleeve to look at my arm, and I shrieked, believing he would peel back my skin and see the emptiness beneath it.

I forgot that other people might care what went on inside my heart.

The most humiliating word in the human language. But.

He exhaled and took it. Letting her steam.

You know, for all a man's bravado, he needs a woman in his life.

Even if the cables hold,your heart might not.

But I'd learned the hard way that you can't tell by looking if a guy is destined to hurt you. From the outside, they all look nice.

I started falling for you as soon as you bumped into me. I knew I could be a goner so easily." "Really?" "Oh, yeah. And when I pictured you in shoulder pads and a helmet--" I shoved his shoulder. "You did not!" "Oh, yeah, I did. And I thought, of all the girls in this town, she is the one that I absolutely can't find fascinating.

Being human?" She smirks. "Be wary of a man who you don't want bringing you a cool towel when you're about to pass out from explosive diarrhea.

Because promises are potato chips. They're cheap. Easy to break. Too many hurt your heart.

But when they got to the room...he thought how stupid it was not to realize what it would be like: the sprung, creaky bed, sheets that hadn't been changed from the time before, and the woman herself as she undressed and the clothes came away like the store wrapping on an uncooked chicken, a large piece of meat sitting down on the bed and nothing to do with him.

Love isn't rest. Love requires you, from time to time, to rip up your soul and replant it. To dare your lover to do the same. To muster sympathy where it seemed impossible. To be, perpetually, two kids joining hands, drawing breath, and deep diving.