Quotes About Vulnerability

Adam lay perfectly still, little groans escaping from his lips. I looked at the bow, looked at my hands, looked at Adam's face and felt this surge of love, lust, and an unfamiliar feeling of power.

So let's hear another one of your irrational fears. Mia grasped me by the arms and pulled herself in to my chest, like she was burrowing her body into mine. "I'm scared of losing you," she said in the faintest of voices." I pushed her away so I could see her face and kissed the top of her forehead. "I said 'irrational' fears. Because that's not gonna happen.

It's an act of bravery to feel your feelings.

Willem holds my wrist for a long moment, looking at that birthmark. Then he lifts it to his mouth. And though his lips are soft and his kiss is gentle, it feels like a knife jamming into the electrical socket. It feels like the moment when I go live

I don't know how to be a friend. I don't know how to be anything.

I battle with invisible waves and imaginary vortexes and demons that are all too real and of my own making. I actually feel something in my chest open, a feeling so intense, it's like my heart's about to burst. And I just let it. I just let it out.

Suddenly, it's all too much. Bryn and the bump watch. Vanessa with my high school yearbook. The idea that nothing's sacred. Everything's fodder. That my life belongs to anyone but me.

I want to ask him where that kitchen is. Where he's from. But he seems guarded. Or maybe it's me. Maybe making friends is a specific skill, and I missed the lesson.

Sleepovers and dance parties and those talks we would have until three in the morning that would make us feel lousy the next day because we'd slept like hell but also feel good because the talks were like blood transfusions, moments of realness and hope that were pinpricks of light in the dark fabric of small-town life.

The feelings pile up, threatening to crack-up my chest wide-open ..

Amazing things happen when you stop hiding behind that hulking beast.

I've been feeling something else. Like I'm about to be sucked into something powerful and painful.

I'm not sure it's possible to simultaneously love something and keep it safe. Loving someone is such an inherently dangerous act. And yet, love, that's where safety lives.

So let's hear another one of your irrational fears." Mia grasped me by the arms and pulled herself in to my chest, like she was burrowing her body into mine. "I'm scared of losing you," she said in the faintest of voices.

I'm scared of losing you," she said in the faintest of voices. I pushed her away so I could see her face and kissed the top of her forehead. "I said 'irrational' fears. Because that's not gonna happen.

I shouldn't have let you go. I should've said something yesterday, but it was intense for me, too, and you scared me, Cody. You scare me a lot." "That's because you're a city dick," I reply. "City dicks are always scared." "So I've been told." "Well, you scare me, too", I say.

It was so new that day: the liberation of being honest, of being brave, maybe a little stupid.

But the you who are tonight is the same you I was in love with yesterday, the same you I'll be in love with tomorrow. I love that you're fragile and tough, quiet and kick-ass.

I feel hungover even though we didn't drink, and lonely even though I'm used to being on my own

Amar a alguien es un acto tan inherentemente peligroso. Y sin embargo, el amor es donde nuestra salvación vive

I'm not sure it's possible to simultaneously love something and keep it safe. Loving someone is such an inherantly dangerous act. And yet, love, that's where safety lives.

Creo que eres el tipo de persona que encuentra dinero en el suelo y lo mueve en el aire y pregunta si alguien lo ha perdido. Creo que lloras en películas que ni siquiera son tristes porque tienes un corazón tierno, aunque no lo muestras. Creo que haces cosas que te asustan, y eso te hace más valiente que esos adictos a la adrenalina que hacen saltos en bungee desde los puentes.

I'm not crying because of how much I hurt. I'm crying because of how much I feel.

I don't seem to know how to open up to people without getting the door slammed in my face.