Quotes About Vulnerability

Companies spend millions of dollars on firewalls, encryption and secure access devices, and it's money wasted, because none of these measures address the weakest link in the security chain.

The human factor is truly security's weakest link

Because at bottom, I'm interested in fear, and in courage and cowardice and these are easier to get at through fiction, where you can enter people's heads.

She was not somebody who'd assume other people would want to hear about her unhappiness.

As human beings we govern our actions with our deepest fears. But if you name that shit, you claim that shit: let enough people into your closet and you'll find there's no more room for skeletons. Leave yourself nowhere to hide and you can live your life unguarded.

I knew that if I asked, a hairbrush would appear, a toothbrush and four different kinds of toothpaste, but I tried to pretend I was self-sufficient. A lot of times when I think I'm being self-sufficient, I'm really just learning to live without the things that I need.

The toxicity of love coupled with pain can erode even the strongest heart.

I was not flexible, lived a life that required me to be tense at all times in case someone tried to fuck me over, and I found the simple act of making my spine erect, making my pelvis and thighs do regular stuff, was a little more difficult than I'd expected.

She could not smash anything without breaking herself.

Slowly, the fire rolled down to her hands, and was this jittery flame and she was holding it. She was holding it in her hands, cupped together. It looked like what love must look like, just barely there, so easy to extinguish.

Slowly, the fire rolled down to her hands, and there was this jittery flame and she was holding it. She was holding it in her hands, cupped together. It looked like what love must look like, just barely there, so easy to extinguish. ? Kevin Wilson tags: nothing-to-see-here

Slowly, the fire rolled down to her hands, and there was this jittery flame and she was holding it. She was holding it in her hands, cupped together. It looked like what love must look like, just barely there, so easy to extinguish.

She walked back into the kitchen and placed the dishes in the sink. She picked up the phone and dialed Sally's office number, relieved to be shuttled to her voice mail. "Sally," she said, walking, as always, straight into the sun, "I think I fucked you over again." the portrait of a lady, 1988 artists: caleb and camille fang None of the Fangs could deny it: Buster was beautiful.

weakness is a kind of power too...!

A bunch of women wanting you...that's what you get for being so damn sexy. All of us should be so screwed up.

She said, 'I'm so afraid.' And I said, 'why?,' and she said, 'Because I'm so profoundly happy, Dr. Rasul. Happiness like this is frightening.' I asked her why and she said, 'They only let you be this happy if they're preparing to take something from you.

Wisdom ceases to be wisdom when it becomes too proud to weep, too grave to laugh, and too selfish to seek other than itself.

The leaves of Lajwanti* wither with the touch of human hands.' A

Yaaro mujhey muaaf rakho main nashey mein hoon Ab do to jaam khaali hee do main nashey mein hoon Masti sey barhamee hai meree guftagoo key beech Jo chaaho tum bhee mujh ko kaho main nashey mein hoon. Maazur hoon, jo paaon mera betarah padey Tum sargiraan to mujh sey na ho main nashey mein hoon. Bhaagee namaaz-e-jumma to jaatee nahee hai kuchh Chalta hoon main bhee, tuk to raho main nashey mein hoon Naazuk mizaaj aap qayaamat hain Meer jee Joon sheesha merey munh na lago main nashey mein hoon

When bullets fly about, what is the point of sticking out your head and getting shot? The bullet is neutral. It hits the good and the bad, the important and insignificant, without distinction.

A sea storm attacks the senses, the mind, the spirit, until the gut is filled with terror that can make a brave man cower belowdecks, curled into a ball like a whimpering child.

I want to lie down somewhere and suffer from love until it nearly kills me, and then I wnat to get up again and put on that little black dress and wait for you, yes you, to come over here and get down on your knees and tell me just how fucking good I look

Good-bye to how you'd curl away in sleep, one hand to your forehead, doing the hard work of dreaming... good-bye to your drunkenness, which I admit I liked because of how you'd cry sometimes, or follow me from room to room, naked, dripping from a bath, able to say what you couldn't, sober.

We saw so many sad and helpless people. I remember looking at people on the TeeVee from other countries who was all drenched and scared and hungry and even though Mammaloose and I don't have lots of money I never felt like those people and never thought we would look like those people. Now we were the same. We are all the same, I guess, once we are homeless, once what we know is gone.