Quotes About Vulnerability

The air's warm with hopeful hints of spring in it. Spring would be a good time for an uprising, I think. Everyone feels less vulnerable once winter passes.

It's not wondering what I breathe in, but who, that threatens to choke me.

Since my father died and I stopped trusting my mother, no one else's arms have made me feel this safe.

I'm on a frosting sailboat, tossed around by blue-green waves, the deck shifting beneath my feet.

Everyone's born as clean as a whistle— As fresh as a daisy And not a bit crazy. Staying that way's a hard row for hoeing— As rough as a briar, Like walking through fire. This world, it's dark, And this world, it's scary. I've taken some hits, so No wonder I'm wary. It's why I Need you— You're pure as the driven snow.

Saber apreciar la belleza no es lo mismo que sentir debilidad.

El se queda paralizado, aunque no se aparta, así que sigo acariciándole dulcemente el cabello. Es la primera vez que lo toco por voluntad propia desde la última arena. -Sigues intentando protegerme. ¿Real o no? -susurra. -Real -respondo; quizá deba explicarlo mejor-. Porque eso es lo que nosotros dos hacemos: nos protegemos el uno al otro. [pp.327]

It's more complicated than that. I know them. They're not evil or cruel. They're not even smart. Hurting them, it's like hurting children.

I trusted him. I put what was precious in Haymitch's hands. & he has betrayed me

He manages to wake me and calm me down. Then he climbs into bed to hold me until I fall back to sleep. After that, I refuse the pills. But every night I let him into my bed. We manage the darkness as we did in the arena, wrapped in each other's arms, guarding against dangers that can descend at any moment

If the people who were supposed to protect you played so fast and loose with your life . . . then how did you survive? Not by trusting them, that was for sure.

I'd begun to think that he'd given up on me in the weeks that had passed. Or that he no longer cared about me. Hated me even. And the idea of losing him forever, my best friend, the only person I'd ever trusted with my secrets, was so painful I couldn't stand it.

I stand there, feeling broken and small, thousands of eyes trained on me.

Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.

My legs, arms, torso, underarms, and parts of my eyebrows have been stripped of the stuff, leaving me like a plucked bird, ready for roasting.

Me doy cuenta que sólo una persona quedará herida sin remedio si Peeta muere: yo. -Yo -respondo-, yo te necesito.

A avea ochi pentru frumusete nu e totuna cu o slabiciune, subliniaza Peeta. Poate cu exceptia cazului cand e vorba de tine Katniss.

Slowly, as I would with a wounded animal, my hand stretches out and brushes a wave of hair from his forehead. He freezes at my touch, but doesn't recoil. So I continue to gently smooth back his hair. It's the first time I have voluntarily touched him since the last arena.

It's one thing to speak of humans' essential nature theoretically, another to consider it when a fist is smashing into your mouth.

I've no use for liars. What are lies but attempts to conceal some sort of weakness?

But I can honestly say he's never been attractive to me. Maybe he's too pretty, or maybe he's too easy to get, or maybe it's really that he'd just be too easy to lose.

If the people who were supposed to protect you played so fast and loose with your life . . . then how did you survive? Not by trusting them, that was for sure. And if you couldn't trust them, who could you trust? All bets were off.

I protect Prim in every way I can, but I'm powerless against the reaping.

I'm only human, Odair!