Quotes About Vulnerability

When I have sex with someone I forget who I am. For a minute I even forget I'm human. It's the same thing when I'm behind a camera. I forget I exist.

The beautiful thing about New York is, you have to expose yourself to other people the minute you step outside the door. There is no choice. And I love that.

As children, we were very vulnerable. We got hurt easily. This pain is still inside us. The wounded five-year-old child in us is still there and needs to be heard. If we want to be able to connect with others and understand them, we have to be able to do the same for ourselves first. We can practice getting in touch with our inner child, to recognize, embrace, and transform their pain.

You might say something like this: "Dear little child, I am your adult self. I would like to tell you that we are no longer a baby, helpless and vulnerable. We have strong hands and strong feet; we can very well defend ourselves. So there is no reason why we have to continue to be fearful anymore.

As a tender baby, we have arms and feet, but we can't use them. We need someone to take care of us. With original fear comes original desire. There is the fear of being left alone and there is the desire to survive. Even when we've grown up to be an adult, the original fear and original desire are still there.

A little hole in the ship sinks it. A small breach in a dyke carries away all before it. A little stab at the heart kills a man. A little sin, without a great deal of mercy, will damn a man!

Against defenseless people there is not much that nuclear weapons can do that cannot be done with an ice pick. And it would not have strained our Gross National Product to do it with ice picks.

Each one of us will die, naked and alone, on some battlefield not of our own choosing.

I used to think that all marriages ran the same trajectory. They start with wanting to climb inside the other person and wear her skin as your own. They end with thinking that if the person across from you says another word, you will put a fork in her neck.

And she thinks perhaps that is what love is: letting someone else see that part of you that shatters like glass...They will grow old together, broken together, and as long as they both don't completely shatter at the same time, they might find a way to pick each other off the ground.

Margot knows by looking at him that she will have to lead. It is not something that she is used to, and if someone had asked her before this evening if the idea even interested her, she would have said no. But Henry's words suggest fragility, and she thinks maybe this extends to who he is, but she can also sense his strength, hidden somewhere like a secret, and this is the part she wants to know.

For this is the great paradox of life, isn't it? The more you love someone, the more that person will eventually break your heart.

A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all.

There was a change in Boldwood's exterior from its former impassibleness; and his face showed that he was now living outside his defences for the first time, and with a fearful sense of exposure. It is the usual experience of strong natures when they love.

If ever tears and pleadings have served the weak to fight the strong, let them do so now!

Bathsheba loved Troy in the way that only self-reliant women do when they abandon their self-reliance. When a strong woman recklessly throws away her strength, she is worse than a weak woman who has never had any strength to throw away.

He was like one who had half fainted, and could neither recover nor complete the swoon.

She felt powerless to withstand or deny him. He was altogether too much for her, and Bathsheba seemed as one who, facing a reviving wind, finds it to blow so strongly that it stops the breath.

Weakness is doubly weak by being new.

When a strong woman recklessly throws away her strength she is worse than a weak woman who has never had any strength to throw away

Why didn't you tell me there was danger in men-folk? Why didn't you warn me? Ladies know what to fend hands against, because they read novels that tell them of these tricks; but I never had the chance o' learning in that way, and you did not help me!

Love is a possible strength in an actual weakness. Marriage

her hand trembled, the ardour of his affection being so palpable that she seemed to flinch under it like a plant in too burning a sun.

Por qué no me dijiste que se corría peligro entre los hombres? ¿Por qué no me previniste? Algunas señoras saben defenderse porque leen novelas que les hablan de estas cosas, pero yo nunca tuve ocasión de aprender de ese modo y tú no me lo enseñaste.