Quotes About Vulnerability

É o medo secreto de que não é possível sermos amados o que nos isola (...) mas é apenas porque estamos isolados que pensamos não sermos amáveis. E certo dia, não se sabe quando, ele, ou ela, aliás, estará lá. Será amado porque, pela primeira vez na vida, realmente não estará solitário. Terá escolhido não estar solitário.

you shouldn't go throwing around your love so easily.

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.

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.

How was she not to be swayed by a man who had saved her life, who had pledged himself to her protection, talked to her like a true friend, and charmed her daily--- a big, beautiful man who had already given her an unforgettable taste of pleasure that first night in his bed? Did he think her made of stone? God help her, but she wanted more. Last night, she had so needed to taste his mouth again, to caress his splendid chest and arms, desperate to get as close to him as she could.

When you love a man, you are in his power.

She drew his warm, oversized robe closer around her body, suddenly feeling lost, not knowing how to act. "Well, go get dressed," he ordered with a lordly little smile as he noticed her wavering. "How's a man to think with a luscious naked woman lying around? You, my dear, are far too distracting." His smoldering gaze, so full of desire for her, thrilled Kate to the marrow. His glance alone could warm her blood on this cold winter's day.

You know how cats are. They'll heal themselves if you keep them locked up. In a couple of months his bones mended. But the fear didn't; it stayed in that cat's bones. He wasn't cocky no more. Now he jumps when I go by him with the wheelbarrow. Fear like that stays inside you forever if you don't find a way to get rid of it.

Near the end I asked him one night in the hospital corridor what he thought was happening, and he said, "Tell her everything you haven't said," and I smiled with relief. "There's nothing," I said. "I've already told her everything.

We need imperfection in our relationships, else we would die from the thickness of intimacy.

When I wept and told him I was afraid I was too intense, too much, he interrupted my tears and said, "If someone came down from above and told me I could keep only one thing about you, it would be your too-muchness.

That sometimes the smartest person in the room is the one who says, "I have no idea.

In crisis, I circled my wagons, more afraid of being disappointed by someone than going it alone.

Finding Caroline was like placing a personal ad for an imaginary friend, then having her show up at your door funnier and better than you had conceived. Apart, we had each been frightened drunks and aspiring writers and dog lovers; together, we became a small corporation.

The heart breaks open.

My mother had asked me once after I was grown what my dad could have done differently, instead of bullying his way through my rebellion. "I wish he'd just told me how much he loved me," I answered her. "I wish he could have just said, 'You are precious to me; I won't let you put yourself in danger.

But she broke down when she started losing her hair. "I know this seems ridiculous," she said. "But it's the only thing I can focus on. The rest is too huge.

A version of this, though, is always going on from the moment two people's time and space collide: Subtle or direct, we are negotiating the private and public spheres. If the wounds are on the inside, we have some choice about what to reveal when, and to whom. If the scar is one the outside-the physical signature that announces itself with the nuance of a trumpet-people tend to think they know a great deal about you, whether they do or not.

Don't you know?" he asked gently. "The flaw is the thing we love.

So I already knew, given her history with men, that his generosity and caretaking both sustained and confused her.

She asks why I like her. Might as well ask Why I breathe. Maybe tomorrow I won't Breathe or like her Anymore. Maybe tomorrow the tides Will stop. Maybe tomorrow will bring No more rainbows. Maybe tomorrow She will stop Asking useless questions.

You're not tough. You're broken.

Shifts within friendships happen in imperceptible increments. There is distance, then assurance. Misconjecture, caution, gradual convergence. So much depends on the respect accorded to vulnerability.

Ignorant of our own and our mate's inner life, we are ruled largely by external forces at this stage.