Quotes About Vulnerability

Az ember néha hamarabb kiönti a szívét egy idegennek, mint azoknak, akiket ismer. Miért van ez így? - Talán azért, mert az idegen olyannak lát bennünket, mint amilyenek vagyunk, s nem olyannak, amilyennek látni szeretne.

If you ever have a daughter—a blessing I wouldn't wish on anyone, because it's Murphy's Law that sooner or later she will break your heart—anyhow, as I was saying, if you ever have a daughter, you'll begin, without realizing it, to divide men into two camps: those you suspect are sleeping with her and those you don't. Whoever says that's not true is lying through his teeth.

The savagery, I mean. It goes away, and you feel safe, but it always returns, it always returns…and it chokes us. I

W wanted to remember Miguel but the fire of those hands on my stomach stole all my shame and my grief. I wanted to lose myself in them, even though I knew that at dawn, exhausted and perhaps overcome by contempt for ourselves, we would be unable to look each other in the eye without wondering what short of people we had become.

I wanted to remember Miguel but the fire of those hands on my stomach stole all my shame and my grief. I wanted to lose myself in them, even though I knew that at dawn, exhausted and perhaps overcome by contempt for ourselves, we would be unable to look each other in the eye without wondering what short of people we had become.

Un segreto conta quanto coloro da cui dobbiamo proteggerlo

CLARA'S NAKED BODY LAY STRETCHED OUT ON WHITE SHEETS that shone like washed silk. Maestro Neri's hands slid over her lips, her neck, and her breasts.

All I did was take refuge in the policemen's convenient grasp, trembling and shedding silent tears of cowardice. When

Don't be offended, but sometimes one feels freer speaking to a stranger than to people one knows. Why is that?" I shrugged. "Probably because a stranger sees us the way we are, not as he wishes to think we are.

No sé qué me ha pasado. No te ofendas, pero a veces una se siente más libre de hablarle a un extraño que a la gente que conoce. ¿Por qué será? Me encogí de hombros. -Probablemente porque un extraño nos ve como somos, no como quiere creer que somos.

She laughed nervously. "I don't know what came over me. Don't be offended, but sometimes one feels freer speaking to a stranger than to people one knows. Why is that?" I shrugged. "Probably because a stranger sees us the way we are, not as he wishes to think we are.

Te romperías el corazón a ti misma —pensó—. Si lo tuvieras.»

Là où il y a un troupeau d'agneaux, finissent toujours par apparître des loups affamés.

M-am gândit cât de mult îmi doream s? m? refugiez în privirea aceea fugar? care se temea c? e transparent?, goal?. M-am gândit la singur?tatea ce avea s? m? cuprind? în noaptea aceea, când aveam s? m? despart de ea, în lips? de alte trucuri sau poveÅŸti cu care s?-mi câÅŸtig compania ei. M-am gândit la cât de puÈ›ine aveam s?-i ofer ÅŸi cât de multe voiam de la ea.

Não precisa de o admitir,se isso põe em risco o seu sentido de masculinidade.Sei muito bem que os homens acham que o tamanho da sua teimosia corresponde ao tamanho das suas partes pudendas.

Sai qual è il bello dei cuori infranti? Domandò la bibliotecaria. Scossi la testa. Che possono rompersi davvero soltanto una volta. Il resto sono graffi.

Sabe lo mejor de los corazones rotos? -preguntó la bibliotecaria. Negué. -Qué solo pueden romperse de verdad una vez. Lo demás son rasguños.

The savagery, I mean. It goes away, and you feel safe, but it always returns, it always returns…and it chokes us.

Összetörtem ugyan néhány szívet, de sosem rossz szándékkal - ráadásul akkoriba azt hittem, hogy az enyémet soha senki nem törheti össze.

Ne legyen már pr?d, magunk között vagyunk, és tudjuk, hogy a férfiember a hiányzó láncszem a cápa és a disznó közt.

We don't choose who we love, Fernandito. Perhaps it's just that I don't know how to love anyone, and I don't know how to let anyone love me.

Az ember csak akkor igazan szerelmes, ha már nem is tudja, mit csinál. Én beleszerettem ebbe a megtört és mélységesen boldogtalan emberbe - de meg jóval azelÅ'tt, hogy egyáltalán gyanítottak volna, hogy tetszik. ? pedig féltett, mert úgy olvasta a gondolatomat, akar a nyitott könyvet.

Yo había quedado reducido a pasmarote, a merced de aquella criatura cuyas palabras y cuyos encantos no tenía yo modo, ni ganas, de resistir.

You don't know what life is until you undress a woman the first time. A button at a time, like peeling a hot sweet potato on a winter's night.