Quotes About Vulnerability

I'm sorry I was awful. I'm so full of terrors.

It's not so easy. What isn't? To establish relationships, you can't just elect people, it can't be done by thinking and willing.

We're just living on our emotions and eating each other.

Even the few whom we genuinely adore we have to belittle secretly now and then, as Toby and I had to belittle James, just to feed the healthy appetite of our wondrously necessary egos.

We were eternally divided. And it somehow seemed strange to me that this had not happened earlier, so dangerous were we to each other.

At this point Bellamy suddenly remembered another dream which at the time had made him smile. He dreamt he was a little tiny frightened animal called 'Spingle-spangle'. Later he did not smile. The little doomed creature was an image of what he most feared, insanity.

Perhaps the crime was that of letting himself be loved so much more than he loved.

You don't know what it's like to be me, you don't know what it's like to be all tattered and destroyed inside.

He said, 'Forgive me for being a liar and a fool and an utterly worthless man.' Louise replied, 'I love you.' He took her in his arms for a moment and they held each other with closed eyes.

She shivered in the sunlight as if it were the ray of a malignant star.

Sometimes I think he will become quite desperate — with the pain of simply being himself — he might do anything.

She could not bear the tenderness which a dog would evoke, she did not want the pain of another love. She knew how very much, how desperately, she would love her dog; and dogs are vulnerable and short-lived and die.

She stopped thinking so as not to cry

He looked so sad. I never saw him look sad before, he was always so superior, everywhere the king. You once called him a god from elsewhere who had lost his way.

I can't see how anything can ever happen to us — I mean, I feel as if, if we leave this place, we shall crumble to pieces.

Today we will read love poetry. You shall read aloud to me and we will weep together.

Don't be hurt by me. I can't help being hurt —

He felt as if he were being used, as if Willy were using him as a hard neutral surface against which to crush, like insects, the thoughts which haunted him.

But I wanted to make what was terrible so much worse so as to be sure that it was fatal; like Hartley protecting herself by thinking I must hate her.

Come in, defeat, come in and make yourself at home.

So it is that we can be terrors to each other, and people in lonely rooms suffer humiliation and even damage because of others in whose consciousness perhaps they scarcely figure at all.

At the very thought he felt a tendency to tremble.

There's little enough love in the world. Why do you want to kill mine?

Ludens thought, why can't I do that, why can't I just ask a woman to hold my hand, why can't I ask Franca to!