Quotes About Vulnerability

You shouldn't try to stop everything from happening. Sometimes you're supposed to feel awkward. Sometimes you're supposed to be vulnerable in front of people. Sometimes it's necessary because it's all part of you getting to the next part of yourself.

She felt disgusting and used and like she could never trust anyone ever again, and the last thing she wanted was food.

Ne trebaš baš sve pokušavati sprije?iti. Katkad ti treba biti neugodno. Katkad trebaš biti ranjiv pred ljudima. Katkad je to nužno zato što je tako?er dio puta prema novom dijelu tebe, prema sutrašnjem danu.

To quote one of the most beautiful sentences that was ever said to me, I don't love you. He smiled, and feeling encouraged, I continued. But I think that I easily could, and that I probably very quickly will, though I can't promise anything. It could all very possibly end in years.

Te sam ve?eri nau?ila nešto važno. Ne trebaš baš sve pokušati sprije?iti. Katkad ti treba biti neugodno. Katkad trebaš biti ranjiv pred ljudima. Katkad je to nužno zato sto je tako?er dio puta prema novom dijelu tebe, prema sutrašnjem danu.

Du warst die Einzige, die mir in diesem Gespräch aufrichtig gestanden hat, dass sie keine Angst hat zu fliegen, sondern vielmehr befürchtet, es nicht zu können«

Katie: People who say it's a long story mean it's a stupid short one that they're too embarrassed and couldn't be bothered to tell. Why don't you talk to him?

There's always the part of you, the part that hides in the shadows protecting the self-destruct button, that doesn't want to leave the dark behind.

I don't want to do anything. I don't wish to go anywhere. Most of the time I don't want to even be here, but you're not supposed to say that, are you? You're just supposed to say insightful meaningful things that surprise people so that they can tell other people how brave you are. Brave, but I was never the brave one. Why it should fall upon me to become that now is beyond me.

She just didn't want to cry, anything but show this insensitive little shit how much he'd hurt her.

I don't know why, but there's always the part of you, the part that hides in the shadows protecting the self-destruct button, that doesn't ever want to leave the dark behind.

Sometimes you have to give yourself to somebody in order to see who you are.

But she'd wanted him there and there he was. A lamb ready for slaughter.

One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love—any love—reveals us in our nakedness, our misery, our vulnerability, our nothingness.

Vei fi iubit în ziua în care vei putea s?-Å£i ar??i sl?biciunile f?r? ca cel?lalt s? se foloseasc? de asta pentru a-ÅŸi spori puterea.

You will be loved the day when you will be able to show your weakness without the other person using it to assert his strength.

But here's the worst part: the trick to life lies in hiding from those we hold most dear how much they mean to is; if not, we'd lose them.

If there is ever a moment when we are most vulnerable, it's when we're closest to the idea of the attained desire, and thus farthest from ourselves, which is when we'll tread through any flame.

She believed that displays of emotion signaled a certain failure between people. The only person who could upset her, make her cry or laugh in the open, was my father. He could always unsettle her face with a stern admonition or an old joke or pun in Korean. Otherwise, I thought she possessed the most exquisite control over the muscles of her face. She seemed to have the subtle power of inflection over them, the way a tongue can move air.

For let's be honest, who is entirely well, lacking one? I mean throughout your life, so that you can proceed steadily, confidently, and without certain inevitable collapses?

la belleza es la bendición más precaria y que, pese a que siempre parece atraer la gloria y la alabanza, quienes la poseen suelen concitar la mezquindad y la malevolencia.

But also because I find I really do… He paused, as if he were about to say something outrageous. I find I have feelings for you. Oh, I said into his chest, sounding as astonished as Eric had(...)Eric, I said, after a long pause, I almost hate to say this, but I have feelings for you, too.

Come on, I said, taking his hand. Clutching the afghan with the other hand, he trailed down the hall after me, a snow white giant in tiny red underwear.

Because he sounded so lost-the Eric I knew had never been one to do anything other than assume others should serve him-I patted around under the covers for his hand. When I found it, I slid my own over it. His palm was turned up to meet my palm, and his fingers clasped mine. And though I would not have thought it possible to go to sleep holding hands with a vampire, that's exactly what I did.