Quotes About Vulnerability

Trust is crazy. You are a risky, risky, God. I didn't sign up to be Amazing Trust Boy, and I did not sign up for Danger God. You're flatly not safe…

In the weak, lack of strength to defend oneself passes over into complaining. This can be observed in children when they are mistreated by bigger children; but the best always stay obstinately and defiantly silent.

I do not have easy days at home now and I drift between fear and helplessness in sunny rooms where it is unspeakably cold. Strange shudders of transformation, bodily experienced to the point of vulnerability, visions of mysteries until the certainty of having died, ecstasies to the point of stony petrifaction, and a continuation of dreaming sad dreams.

People love to admit they have bad handwriting or that they can't do math. And they will readily admit to being awkward 'I'm such a klutz' But they will never admit to having a poor sense of humor or being a bad driver.

The truth is sometimes a poor competitor in the market place of ideas – complicated, unsatisfying, full of dilemmas, always vulnerable to misinterpretation and abuse.

Childhood is frequently a solemn business for those inside it.

He kissed my neck. The kiss sent tingling warmth down into my fingertips. I turned and he kissed me again, on the mouth. I was so tired . . . I wanted to melt against him and let him hold me. "You're trying to take advantage of an injured naked woman." "I know," he whispered in my ear, drawing me closer. "How awful.

Love makes you helpless," Daniela said. "You think about the object of your affection all the time. Your happiness or misery depends on another person's mood. You give up all power over yourself, hand it to the person you love, and trust that they will be gentle with it.

Children think you are a god. You are the center of their universe, you can fix anything, you can shield them and protect them, and then one day they find out you can't.

seeing Derek fall as he turned human again, and then running too fast up Pillar Rock. She'd dropped to her knees and put her head on his chest, and when she'd heard the strong, even heartbeat, she'd cried and then kissed his lips gently, because he was asleep and he would never know. He'd scared her so much. Stupid wolf. Her stupid, stupid wolf.

What happened? I asked quietly. I lost some people, [Rogan] said. There was an awful finality in his voice. I hadn't thought he cared. I'd thought he viewed his people as tools and took care of them because tools had to be kept in good repair, but this sounded like genuine grief — that complicated cocktail of guilt, regret, and overwhelming sadness you felt when someone close to you died. It broke you and made you feel helpess. Helpless wasn't even in Rogan's vocabulary.

There are some women who'd be offended in my place," I told him. "I'm not helpless and I turn into a monster." "Maybe I'm afraid and I want company." He pretended to shiver. "I may need a big strong monster to protect me. You wouldn't leave a defenseless attractive man out on the streets alone, would you?

He let her go almost immediately, but he'd packed so much into that one fierce hug: want, need, worry, reassurance...He'd protect her with his life. Strangely, it made her indignant. Nobody should have to be in the position of having another person give up their life for them. She didn't want the weight of Declan's death.

He took the risk and his people had died. He blamed himself. It didn't reflect in his face, but I saw it in his eyes for a brief moment, before they went back to their icy blue. The last time we talked, I was almost completely convinced that he was a sociopath. He seemed invulnerable, as if nothing could bother him. This did.

Never show a weakness; never show pain. The vulnerable get eaten. She would break down later when she was alone, but neither he nor anyone else would ever see it.

We, the human beings, are meant to live life to its fullest. We are meant to experience it all—sadness, disappointment, rage, kindness, joy, love. We are meant to test ourselves. It is painful and frightening, but this is what it means to be alive.

You rose because hundreds of years ago, when a woman entered a room full of men, she wasn't exactly safe. Especially if she was beautiful or had holdings. Our magic is just as deadly, but physically, an average male is stronger than an average woman, so when a woman entered the room, men who knew her stood up to indicate that they would shield her from danger. The three of you just declared yourself my protectors." They

Stay near me on the way back." Surprise slapped her face. She turned it into cold arrogance. "Worried about my survival?" "Don't want to miss an opportunity to use you as a body shield." "How sweet of you." "Stay near me, Elara." He walked away before she could come back at him with something clever.

How are you not afraid? Oh I was, I was mortally afraid of being caught by your entire family while having sex in the pool.

She raised her eyebrows. "Am I sick enough to require your immediate presence?" "You are." "And am I refusing all visitors except my precious nephew because he is the only one I will allow to view me in my sorry state?" Matias nodded. "Exactly." "The shit has hit the fan, I take it?

problem with honesty was that it gave your opponent ammunition to use against you.

Those we love know us the best. They know all the right places to strike.

Runa was alone and inexperienced, which made her vulnerable. Sheltering her, aiding her, or associating with her brought no advantages.

It didn't matter how powerful you were. Life always found ways to stab you and twist the knife in the wound. Nobody was immune.