Quotes About Vulnerability

He would know that if he hadn't been the person he was, terrified and cowardly and petty and insecure and sexually panicked and broken, Sadie might have been his.

No, I've been doing this myself forever. I could have gone in here myself, but my daddy doesn't want me to get raped. That happens all the time in bathrooms.

In the future, he will rethink his unlocked-door policy. Though it had occurred to him that something might be stolen, he had never considered the possibility that something might be left.

Because we never say anything real to each other. We play games, and we talk about games, and we talk about making games, and we don't know each other at all." He was about to tell her that that was bullshit, that no two people had ever shared more of their lives together. That if she didn't know him, no one knew him, and he might as well not exist.

He put his head in the crook of her shoulder; the freight was in proportion to the groove.

How strange and beautiful human beings are. And how fragile.

To allow yourself to play with another person is no small risk. It means allowing yourself to be open, to be exposed, to be hurt. It is the human equivalent of the dog rolling on its back—I know you won't hurt me, even though you can. It is the dog putting its mouth around your hand and never biting down. To play requires trust and love. Many years later, as Sam would controversially say in an interview with the gaming website Kotaku, "There is no more intimate act than play

Will she be okay?" Sam said. "I think so," Anna said. It wasn't exactly a lie. She would be okay. Dead was okay. Sam nodded, but he had seen Anna in enough plays to know when she was lying, and he knew her well enough to know why she lied. When he lied, it was for the same reason: to protect her from that which she could not handle.

To allow yourself to play with another person is no small risk. It means allowing yourself to be open, to be exposed, to be hurt. It is the human equivalent of the dog rolling on its back—I know you won't hurt me, even though you can.

I love having sex with you," she says. "If you're a vegetable when this is done, can I still have sex with you?" she asks. "Sure," A.J. says. "And you won't think less of me?" "No." He pauses. "I'm not sure I'm comfortable with the turn this conversation has taken," he says.

Sam's heart swelled with love for Sadie. Why was it so hard for him to say he loved her even when she said it to him? He knew he loved her. People who felt far less for each other said "love" all the time, and it didn't mean a thing. And maybe that was the point. He more than loved Sadie Green. There needed to be another word for it.

People knowing your private business gave them power over you" -Anya

Throughout his life, Sam had hated being told to "fight," as if sickness were a character failing.

To allow yourself to play with another person is no small risk. It means allowing yourself to be open, to be exposed, to be hurt.

Condividere un libro è il modo migliore per aprire il nostro cuore e raccontare qualcosa di noi

To allow yourself to play with another person is no small risk. It means allowing yourself to be open, to be exposed, to be hurt. It is the human equivalent of the dog rolling on its back—I know you won't hurt me, even though you can. It is the dog putting its mouth around your hand and never biting down. To play

For most of his life, Sam had found it difficult to say I love you. It was superior, he believed, to show love to those one loved. But now, it seemed like one of the easiest things in the world Sam could do. Why wouldn't you tell someone you loved them? Once you loved someone, you repeated it until they were tired of hearing it. You said it until it ceased to have meaning. Why not? Of course, you goddamn did. —

allow yourself to play with another person is no small risk. It means allowing yourself to be open, to be exposed, to be hurt. It is the human equivalent of the dog rolling on its back—I know you won't hurt me, even though you can. It is the dog putting its mouth around your hand and never biting down. To play requires trust and love.

his eyes reminded Sam of his own. They had the patina of a person who had felt pain and expected to feel it again.

I love having sex with you," she says. "If you're a vegetable when this is done, can I still have sex with you?

I worry for you. If you love everyone, you'll end up having hurt feelings most of the time.

Mus skiria baugšti baim?, kad esame nemylimi, bet iš tikr?j? mes tik manome, kad esame nemylimi, nes gyvenam atskirai. Kada nors, n? pats nežinai kada, leisiesi ? keli?. Kada nors, net nežinai kada, sutiksi kelyje j?, o gal tikriau – j?. Ir b?si pamiltas, nes pirm? kart? gyvenime tu jau nebeb?si vienas. Tu pasirinksi niekada nebeb?ti vienišas.

To allow yourself to play with another person is no small risk. It means allowing yourself to be open, to be exposed, to be hurt. It is the human equivalent of the dog rolling on its back -- I know you won't hurt me, even though you can. It is the dog putting its mouth around your hand and never biting down. To play requires trust and love.

It is the secret fear that we are unlovable that isolates us," the passage goes, "but it is only because we are isolated that we think we are unlovable. Someday, you do not know when, you will be driving down a road. And someday, you do not know when, he, or indeed she, will be there. You will be loved because for the first time in your life, you will truly not be alone. You will have chosen to not be alone." None