Quotes About Vulnerability

Jack sank further and further into himself like he was made of tinfoil, easily crushed. Despite

The Sword of Damocles,

Then suddenly he reached out and took her hand. "Why did you do that?" she asked softly. He looked up at the snowflakes, let them fall, melt on his face, turning it shiny. "Because when it's slippery out, sometimes we just need someone to hang on to until we find our footing.

You got in over your head. That happens. You have to learn when to call for help. That's when you are strong.

Love gives us power, makes us risk everything we have, everything we are. Love is not for the weak. It's for the strong.

I don't even know what intimacy is, Pastor." "It's belonging and believing and being loving to each other. It's vulnerability to the one person you trust most. It's saying, 'Here's my ugly, battered, wounded heart. I'm going to let you see it and trust you with it.' Did you ever let her see your grief?

Who said marriage and intimacy—the way God wants them to be, a depiction of His intimate love for us—would be easy? Marriage is not a conditional act. It's loving no matter what. It's how we're supposed to be with God—trusting Him with all our fragile parts.

She needs you to be bigger than her fears. Stronger than her rejection. And yes, if you truly believe that she doesn't want you in her life, then you have to let her go, But a woman who opens her heart up wants to know she will be protected.

The problem with keeping a secret is that you don't give someone a chance to come through for you, to prove to you that they love you unconditionally.

The difference is Gabe lets God fight his battles. He lets God work in people's lives, and he lets them be human. Trusting God protects him, gives him the courage to risk opening his heart and let out love. He knows he is safely in God's shelter. He won't crumble if your father, or even you, let him down. God will hold him up.

Secrets are always found out, and when they are, people get hurt.

then surely there is an adversary. There is something opposed to you. Something that desires to defeat you. You want to believe your enemy is the disease. You don't want to believe even for a minute that the enemy is your own body, this weak tent of flesh that cannot stand up against a speck of contagion, this fragile weave of muscle, bone, and soul that also cannot resist the power of flame nor the pull of the ground

Terrible things can happen to you that leave you unable to risk trusting the world with what you love; I know this better than anyone.

We only see a little bit of our stories at a time, and the hard parts remind us too harshly that we're fragile and flawed. But it isn't all hard. Your story isn't all hard parts. Some of it is incredibly beautiful.

Why do people hurt other people? I murmur. Lila laughs. Because they can, sweetheart. I look at the face in the mirror, at that sad face. That can't be the reason Lila leans in. Her face is next to mine.... ...Sometimes they just can't help it, she says. They don't mean to hurt anyone. It just happens. And there's nothing you can do about it. Nothing ? Not unless you've got a magic wand, love.

The risk in giving love and receiving love is better than the safety of not loving at all.

killing disabled people in the name of mercy.

For a girl, with each boy it's as though a petal gets plucked each time.

Use me, Grace. If that's what we've been doing so far, I love it. I want to be used. Now.' He stretched, a long ripple of pure muscle as he invited her in a throaty purr that wrapped itself around her heart and drew her irresistibly towards him, the craving stronger than anger or fear. 'You can insult me, hurt me, hate me… test me any way you like. I'm strong. I'm not going to run away just because things aren't perfect between us…

Scott stood by the bedside, looking down at her. Then he spread his hands, revealing the fine tremors there. 'Look what you do to me. You make me weak.' Grace reached out a hand and touched his ridged stomach. 'You're the strongest man I know,' she said softly, feeling the shift and clench of muscle under her fingers as she stroked them down to his belt. She tugged at it. 'I want you.

burst into tears.

When people are suffering, they're not open to hearing horror stories about others with similar maladies. There is less capacity for compassion at such moments.

Confidence is the willingness to be as ridiculous, luminous, intelligent, and kind as you really are, without embarrassment.

Instead of making it safe, love—whether for all beings or for one—actually breaks your heart. Being loved is uncomfortable; and the more I love, the more uncomfortable it is. In the end, I'm still not quite sure what I've vowed to do either as a wife or a bodhisattva, except to break my own heart, over and over. And to see what happens next.