Quotes About Vulnerability

no hay gente feliz? —hay mucha gente que finge ser feliz. —¿por qué? —porque están avergonzados y asustados y no tienen el valor de admitirlo. —¿tú estás asustado? —yo sólo tengo el valor de admitirlo contigo... estoy tan asustado y tengo tanto miedo, mamá, que podría morirme en este mismo instante.

Love breaks my bone ans I

Love breaks my bone ans I Laugh.

e então fomos pra cama e valeu... a PRIMEIRA vez. ela tinha me dito que era ninfo mas eu não acreditara. depois do terceiro ou quarto round comecei a acreditar. percebi que estava com problemas. todo homem acredita que pode domar uma ninfo mas isso só tem como resultado a sepultura – a do homem.

Stop insisting on clearing your head—clear your fucking heart instead.

Coastal flooding could wipe out up to 9.3 percent of the world's annual output by 2100 (a Swedish-French-British team in 2015). It could create losses of up to $2.9 trillion in that year (a German-British-Dutch-Belgian team in 2014). It could put as many as a billion people at risk by 2050 (a Dutch team in 2012). Test cases occurred in 2017, when storms inundated Houston, Puerto Rico, and the Florida Keys.

No need to act all hoity-toity. Aloofness is a bore. We're all lonely in one way or another.

Dear God, please don't close my eyes to realities. I'd rather stand aware and trembling before each betrayal, face--diminished and disappointed--every lie. Don't, God, allow me to become susceptible to some crafty masquerade. In my bed, I'd rather lay in darkness between myself and my self...touching only uncertainty or holding on to You.

Every personal story, every secret, every vulnerability you share with someone is a potential weapon that you're placing in that person's hand.

it's nearly impossible to convey our deepest passions yet damned easy to share what's dullest and worst about ourselves.

The horror is other people. The things they think up to do to you.

Some far day when she had become a better person and could feel something besides stinging anger that her beautiful, gentle sister had not protected herself more carefully against a world of threat.

It seemed a poor swap to find that the only way one might keep from fearing death was to act numb and set apart as if dead already, with nothing much left of yourself but a hut of bones

Sometime in my ministry, I am going to gather up enough courage to have a testimony time where the only thing we'll share is our failures.

I don't mind going without clothes, but being without a microprocessor is truly stripping down. It's like asking a sorcerer to surrender his magic wand, or a politician to forswear his lies.

Didn't they know that the only unhackable computer is one that's running a secure operating system, welded inside a steel safe, buried under a ton of concrete at the bottom of a coal mine guarded by the SAS and a couple of armoured divisions, and switched off? What did they think they were doing?

The bastard knows I need to know what he knows and he knows I can't say no.

It's the kind of outfit one wears in the hope of meeting someone who'll help you out of it

When humans gather, crime is certain.

I want to be bruised by God. I want to be strung up in a strong light and singled out. I want to be stretched, like music wrung from a dropped seed. I want to be entered and picked clean.

The world needs you. It doesn't need you at a party having read a book about how to appear smart at parties – these books exist, and they're tempting – but resist falling into that trap. The world needs you at the party starting real conversations, saying, 'I don't know,' and being kind.

I wanted to do something that I don't know how to do, and offer you the experience of watching someone fumble, because I think maybe that's what art should offer. An opportunity to recognise our common humanity and vulnerability.

We are strangers," Peter said darkly. "Whom do we know? One—if you're lucky. Not many more. Looks like we've got to learn how we can trust each other. How we can tell … How can we dare … Everything rests on trust between strangers. Everything else is a house of cards.

she was clinging ivy, she needed people to hold her up.