Quotes About Vulnerability

A young woman's face will turn the north wind, Master Richard: my heart if 'twon't

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. One source of her inadequacy is the novelty of the occasion. She has never had practice in making the best of such a condition. Weakness is doubly weak by being new.

And, dear miss, you won't harry me and storm at me, will you? because you seem to swell so tall as a lion then, and it frightens me! Do you know, I fancy you would be a match for any man when you are in one o' your takings.

harmless as the Durbeyfields were to all except themselves.

Láska je potenciální síla ve skute?né slabosti.

He won't hurt me. HE'S not in love with me.

It occurred to Dr. Lecter in the moment that with all his knowledge and intrusion, he could never entirely predict her, or own her at all. He could feed the caterpillar, he could whisper through the chrysalis; what hatched out followed its own nature and was beyond him. He wondered if she had the .45 on her leg beneath the gown. Clarice Starling smiled at him then, the cabochons caught the firelight and the monster was lost in self-congratulation at his own exquisite taste and cunning.

I'll confess it is pleasant to look at you asleep. You're quite beautiful, Clarice.

In making friends, she was wary of people who foster dependency and feed on it. She had been involved with a few--the blind attract them, and they are the enemy.

Dark swarmed behind her eyelids and, in jerky seconds of sleep, she dreamed the dark came into her. Dark came insidious, up her nose and into her ears, damp fingers of dark proposed themselves to each of her body openings. She put her hand over her mouth and nose, put her other hand over her vagina, clenched her buttocks, turned one ear to the mattress and sacrificed the other ear to the intrusion of the dark.

Starling discovered that she had traded feeling frightened for feeling cheap. Of the two, she preferred feeling frightened.

In making friends she was ever wary of people who foster dependency and feed on it.

If he really Loved Grandmother, he should be the thing to be afraid of in the dark.

There's a moth, more than one in fact, that lives only on tears," he offered. "That's all they eat or drink." "What kind of tears? Whose tears?" "The tears of large land mammals, about our size.

Han dejado ya de llorar los corderos, Clarice?

Graham felt that it was she who drew the monster, as surely as a singing cricket attracts death from the redeyed fly.

They permitted witnesses, such witnesses as the red toddler, because they believed the witnesses all would perish too.

Whoever loves the more is at a disadvantage and must suffer

If poets use such expressions it is because they need them, because emotion and experience force them out of them, and so it is, surely, with me, though you think them unbecoming in me. You are wrong. They are becoming to whoever needs them, and he has no fear of them, because they are forced out of him.

And then he'd rub his cheeks with cold cream because he'd just shaved and the tears stung.

Pois, em muitos casos, a loucura representava um relaxamento, uma vez que servia como refúgio a naturezas débeis e como medida de proteção contra golpes excessivamente graves do destino, que tais pessoas não se atreviam a suportar com lucidez.

Chi più ama è il più debole e deve soffrire.

Our receptivity to praise stands in no relationship to our vulnerability to mean disdain and spiteful abuse. No matter how stupid such abuse is, no matter how plainly impelled by private rancors, as an expression of hostility it occupies us far more deeply and lastingly than praise. Which is very foolish, since enemies are, of course, the necessary concomitant of any robust life, the very proof of its strength.

Eines will ich Ihnen sagen ... es ist so wahr, daß ich es Ihnen beschwören kann: Ein Mann ist nicht albern, weil er darüber weint, daß Sie nichts von ihm wissen wollen ... das ist es.