Quotes About Vulnerability

The time has come, everybody lie down so you won't get hurt when the sun bursts.

They meet in the girls' bathroom. The last time they were forced to meet in a place like this, they took separate, isolated stalls. Now they share one. They hold each other in the tight space, making no excuses for it. There's no time left in their lives for games, or for awkwardness, or for pretending they don't care about each others, and so they kiss as if they've done it forever. As if it is as crucial as the need for oxygen.

Love turns a heart to crystal...Much more valuable, but much more fragile.

When you truly start to care about someone you become vulnerable to all sorts of things.

Touch is a freaky thing when you're not used to it. It makes you feel all kinds of things.

Connor tries to hold her arm to give her support, but she shakes him off and throws him a nasty gaze. If I want your help, I'll ask. Do I look feeble to you? Actually, yes. Looks are deceiving. she says. After all, when I saw you, I thought you looked reasonably intelligent. Very funny.

Keep me warm. I have no warmth of my own- only what the sun brings me, and the sun is halfway around the world. Keep me warm.

the kind of people who can't bend without breaking

With hardly any effort at all, she made me feel special. Just like all the other people she toyed with.

To be completely helpless in the face of life?powerless to do a single thing?that's what I'd always feared more than anything. It was like I'd been keeping all the edges of my life neat and clean, pretending the neatness was all that mattered, pretending life could somehow be controlled.

Connor bangs his head back sharply against the wall, hoping to jar loose the bad thoughts clinging to his brain. This is not a good place to be alone with your thoughts. Perhaps that's why Hayden feels compelled to talk.

I hadn't lived a real life?I'd had just a model of a life. Everything I did, everything I thought , was suspended safely by strings, too high up for anyone to damage. Zero contact, zero risk. Now those strings had been cut and I was going to die, never having had a chance to live without them.

Even though Connor can't see Hayden's face, he can hear the truth of it in his voice. There was no hint of evasion in Hayden's words. This was raw-honesty, void of Hayden's usual flip attitude. It was perhaps the first truly honest thing Connor had ever heard him say. Yes, it is an answer, Connor says. Maybe it's the best answer of all. If more people could admit they really don't know, maybe there never would have been a Heartland War.

My greatest wish for humanity is not for peace or comfort or joy. It is that we all still die a little inside every time we witness the death of another. For only the pain of empathy will keep us human.

Was I to blame for bringing Brew out of his shell and exposing him to all the toxic things the rest of us carry in our souls?

I wasn't expecting that. It hit me in a place I didn't know was there. All I could think of was one of those medical shows. They're operating on some poor slob, they accidentally nick an artery, and he starts gushing. 'We got a bleeder!' the surgeon yells, and everybody comes rushing to the operating table. Nobody was rushing to me, though.

And so when the scar wraith approached him, he took a diagonal step backward putting himself behind Squirrel like a king retreating behind a pawn.

Love turns a heart to crystal," said Mikey. "Much more valuable, but much more fragile.

Have you ever considered how lonely it is to be the girl on a pedestal?

You want to be left alone, but you're afraid to be left alone, but you're afraid to not be left alone.

There are worse things than being robbed... I could smell the sick old-meat stench on his breath, like he really had eaten my grandmother. ...worse things than dyin' even. You be a good boy, Little Red, and maybe you'll get to live awhile. Maybe you'll get to die in your own natural time.

Ból to znak, ?e sÅ'abo?? opuszcza ciaÅ'o.

Still, if you've got to bring yourself within inches of your life just to cry for help, something's wrong somewhere. Either you weren't yelling loud enough to begin with, or the people around you are deaf, dumb, and blind. Which makes me think it isn't just a cry for help - it's more a cry to be taken seriously. A cry that says I'm hurting so badly, the world must, for once, come to a grinding halt for me. The question is, what do you do next?

A scythe could share their bed with anyone, but their life with no one.