Quotes About Vulnerability

I don't like having feelings, _Eric Northman

I often cried when I got angry; I hated that. Crying just made you look weak, no matter what triggered it.

Eric turned to me, kissed me on the lips very lightly, and looked at my face for a long moment. "He'll spare you," Eric said, and I understood he wasn't really talking to me but to himself. "You're too unique to waste." And then he opened the door.

I suffered with you. I hurt with you. I bled with you -not only because we're bonded, but because the love I have for you. ~ Eric Northman in Dead in The Family.

I looked up into Eric's eyes. Incredibly, he was excited. He smiled at me. I knew I'd get on top of you somehow, he said. Are you trying to make me mad so I'll forget how scared I am? No, I'm just opportunistic. I wiggled, trying to get out from under him, and he said, Oh, do that again. It felt great.

The security light made me feel safe, though I knew that was an illusion. If there's light, you can just see what's coming for you a little more clearly.

When you've been really beaten, you realize that you are just an envelope of skin, an easily penetrated envelope that holds together a lot of fluids and some rigid structures, which in their turn can simply be broken and invaded.

He pulled my coat off my shoulders, looked at it with distaste, hung it on the back of one of the chairs pushed in under the kitchen table. You are beautiful. No one had ever looked me in the eyes and said that. Eric to Sookie, Page 208.

I was embarrased, horrified and absolutely ready to jump him!

What I think I'll do is I'll do my best to yank Debbie out of me by the roots. And then I'll turn up on your doorstep, one day when you least expect it, and I'll hope by then you will have given up on your vampire.

Who wants a bag of bones?" he said, with absolute sincerity. "I don't want to hurt myself on the sharp edges of the woman I'm bedding.

Not one man in a million would have allowed me the time without speaking. I opened my mind, let my gaurd down completely, relaxed. His silence washed over me. I stood, closed my eyes, breathed out the relief that was too profound for words.

I was so sleepy (and sore) that another bout of sex was out of the question, unless Eric had suddenly developed an interest in necrophilia.

Those words are not a magical formula. They're not going to open my heart to you.

I stopped for a moment, biting the inside of my cheek. This was the hardest part. I want to be first. I know that's selfish, and maybe unattainable, and maybe shallow. But I just want to come first with someone. If that's wrong, so be it. I'll be wrong. But that's the way I feel.

His eyes looked at my body as if it were a drink of water on a desert dune. I don't know much, I confessed, my voice barely audible. Don't worry. I know a lot.

Every now and then I felt like I was Bill's doll.

Nunca fui uma mulher de relações de uma noite só. Quero ter a certeza, se dormir contigo, de que o faço porque queres passar algum tempo comigo e porque gostas de mim por quem eu sou e não pelo que sou.

I couldn't speak, for once in my life. I was terrified of seeing him again; and I would rather have shaved my head than not see him again.

But if I went into the employees' bathroom or the public ladies' room, I'd end up crying, because it hurt to be admonished and it hurt to be wrong; but most of all, it hurt to be put in my place.

How could two people in love so misjudge each other?

Was I a cold woman? I could never see myself as cold; self protective, maybe, but not cold. It seemed to me that underneath the surface, I was always on fire.

Eric will survive your absence,(…) but you may not survive your presence.

You're like a rose blooming in an untended garden.