Quotes About Vulnerability

I cover my face with my arms because this isn't happening. It isn't possible.

clasp the flask between my hands even though the warmth from the tea has long since leached into the frozen air. My muscles are clenched tight against the cold. If a pack of wild dogs were to appear at this moment, the odds of scaling a tree before they attacked are not in my favor. I should get up, move around, and work the stiffness from my limbs. But instead I sit, as motionless as the rock beneath me, while the dawn begins to lighten the woods. I can't fight the sun.

on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I'm afraid it could be taken away. That's when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I've seen someone do.

only my flesh yields, my warmth taken. Stone conquers people every time.

Debe de ser un sistema muy frágil, si un puñado de bayas puede hacer que se derrumbe

I played possum. I did this, as the possum does, out of fear.

I sensed he may have occasionally strayed in some of his past relationships. It was something I felt but ignored, a rent in the fabric of an otherwise splendid garment I thought I could mend. I thought I could live with it—I thought, yes and I admit it, that I would be different. That at the very least, middle age and children would slow him down; however, they seemed to accelerate his pace.

This people know where their husbands are. I would like to vomit. I would like to vomit my soul out.

I know my vision is impaired and cannot be trusted with even the simplest tasks, much less dating. Not that I´ve come within talon distance of a man.

I no longer blame Thing Woman or myself quite so much for N´s leaving us. I look at him sometimes for an unguarded moment and see a tall, crooked man with yellowing teeth and a leer. I see new N. Bad N. Vulnerable to anyone with a vagina. I also see Good N, just a glimpse, here and there. And Noncommittal N, an extra in his own life, just hitting his marks and looking well pressed. He´s become a whole group of people, a cache of ghosts tugging at my sleeve. Good N was phenomenal.

After a moment, she said, "Yes. I think she will be good for you." "You do?" He couldn't keep the surprise out of his voice. "Si." She smiled grimly. "She will break your heart and leave you shattered and alone." She paused to think that over, then nodded approvingly to herself. "It will make you a man.

people are only loaned to those who love them; they cannot be held, but can disappear in a moment without reason, without justice, without hope.

Best Freinds They know how stupid you look and still chose to be seen in public with you

Human beings are cruel creatures. And what we don't understand, we tamper with until we destroy it.

It's funny how seeing another person hurt can break you down faster than your own emotions.

Like my soul is wearing thin.

I try to tell myself he's probably a teddy bear on the inside. But I'm pretty sure that's not true.

It's funny how seeing another person hurt can break you down faster than your own emotions" -Audrey

He turned to stare down at his latte, wiping hard at his cheeks as the tears started to fall. He didn't push away the pain. It was his and he would own it. He wouldn't bury it again.

He opened up a different part of my soul.

Opening up my world to someone like Cameron is a bad fucking idea.

After all, I'm only human. I can only take so much emotional fallout before I crack.

Women don't say what they think, and they don't do what they feel.

But that emotional reaction isn't you being dumb or irrational; you are being human. It is hard to stay committed to anything when you are feeling vulnerable and threatened.