Quotes About Vulnerability

For it was not a god invading Greece, but a man; and no man now existed or ever would exist who was not liable to misfortune from the day of his birth— and the greater the man, the greater the misfortune. Their invader therefore, being only human, was bound to fall from his glory.

???? ?? ?????? ??? ???? ???????? ???????. You can see from that, Croesus, that man is entirely a creature of chance" (Trans. de Sélincourt)

It's so much easier to have a crush on someone who you know isn't going to respond-it makes it nice and safe and you never have to humiliate yourself by getting knocked back.

Truth can break the gates down, truth can howl in the street; unless truth is pleasing, personable and easy to like, she is condemned to stay whimpering at the back door.

Trust = telling someone about the things that make you sleepless.

Trust = telling someone about the things that make you sleepless. Or trying to, at least. Wanting to.

Come then, put away your sword in its sheath, and let us two go up into my bed so that, lying together in the bed of love, we may then have faith and trust in each other.

What is it that grieves you? Keep it not from me, but tell me, that we may know it together.

Tenderness and ferocity are essential for a woman journeying far from home.

I truly believe that the death of my mother has made me the way I am today. I am a survivor, mentally strong, determined, stronwilled, self-reliant, and independent. I also keep most of my pain, anger and feelings inside. I refuse to be vulnerable to anyone, especially my husband. The only people who see that more emotional or softer side are my children. That too because of my mother.

When a daughter loses a mother, she learns early that human relationships are temporary, that terminations are beyond her control, and her feelings of basic trust and security are shattered. The result? A sense of inner fragility and overriding vulnerability. She discovers she's not immune to unfortunate events, and the fear of subsequent similar losses may become a defining characteristic of her personality.

Rachel Resnick's story of love lost and love sought cracks open the timeworn addiction narrative to release something raw, probing, brave, and redemptive. The courage it took to write this story is challenged only by the courage it must have taken to live it. I sit in awe of such unflinching honesty. LOVE JUNKIE is memoir at its very best.

The butterfly with a wounded wing glided clumsily down to settle on a leaf by the spider's web. The spider knew he was there, but she was drowsy and ignored him for a time. The butterfly waited patiently, knowing that a hastily aroused spider tends to be bad tempered.

One of the fundamental aspects of leadership, I realized more and more, is the ability to instill confidence in others when you yourself are feeling insecure

Human beings, whatever their backgrounds, are more open than we think, that their behavior cannot be confidently predicted from their past, that we are all creatures vulnerable to new thoughts, new attitudes. And while such vulnerability creates all sorts of possibilities, both good and bad, its very existence is exciting. It means that no human being should be written off, no change in thinking deemed impossible.

You better take care of me Lord, if you don't you're gonna have me on your hands.

If you can't make yourself understood by your friends, you'll be in trouble when your enemies come for you.

You'd better take care of me, Lord. If you don't, you're gonna have me on your hands.

There is no such thing as paranoia. Your worst fears can come true at any moment.

In popular sentiment, just as conspiracies have made Pakistan weak and vulnerable, its destined economic greatness has been thwarted by corruption, not poor policy choices.

Pero, en la realidad, somos nosotros, los ricos y muy educados blancos, los que andamos con el trasero al aire. Nos cubrimos por delante con alguna filosofía - cristiana, marxista, freudiana-física - , pero por detrás andamos al aire, a merced de los vientos de las circunstancias.

and I confess that, like a child, I cry. Ah, self-pity; I think we are at our most honest and sincere when we feel sorry for ourselves.

I brought my face up and put my head back, baring my neck to the wind like a lover, to the rain like an offering.

The catechisms also tell the truth about who I am, what I want and how I feel, and it can be unsettling to hear yourself described as you have thought of yourself in your most honest and abject moods, just as it is humbling to hear what you have thought about in your most hopeful and unrealistic moments.