Quotes About Vulnerability

Lately, the world felt fragile, like a blown egg, as if it might shatter beneath a careless touch.

He'd kept this silence because his own secrets were darker, more hidden, and because he believed that his secrets had created hers.

so young, so lonely and naive, that she imagined herself as some sort of vessel to be filled up with love. But it wasn't like that. The love was within her all the time and its only renewal came from giving it away.

Loneliness is not about what happens when you are alone, but what happens when you are with others. It is about how willing you are to open your heart and allow another to get close to you.

The only really good performance is the one where you make yourself vulnerable, while pushing beyond your familiar comfort zone.

For me performing has a lot to do with being fearless. I wrote an article for Artforum in the mideighties that had a line in it that the rock critic Greil Marcus quoted a lot: "People pay money to see others believe in themselves." Meaning, the higher the chance you can fall down in public, the more value the culture places on what you do. Unlike, say, a writer or a painter, when you're onstage you can't hide from other people, or from yourself either.

I like being in a weak position, and making it strong.

In "Shadow of a Doubt," I was trying to describe the connection you feel when your eyes meet another person's. You project all kinds of things on those eyes, feel them seeing into and past you, sometimes feel the sex behind them too.

Back then, and even now, I wonder: Am I "empowered"? If you have to hide your hypersensitivity, are you really a "strong woman"? Sometimes another voice enters my head, shooing these thoughts aside. This one tells me that the only really good performance is one where you make yourself vulnerable while pushing beyond your familiar comfort zone. I liken it to having an intense, hyper-real dream, where you step off a cliff but don't fall to your death.

Today, when I think back on the early days and months of Thurston's and my relationship, I wonder whether you can truly love, or be loved back, by someone who hides who they are.

to overcome my own hypersensitivity, I had no choice but to turn fearless.

one of those mutual I-can-tell-you-are-a-super-sensitive-and-emotional-person-too sorts of connections.

if you have to hide your hypersensitivity, are you really a "strong woman"?

I wonder whether you can truly love, or be loved back, by someone who hides who they are.

Back then, and even now, I wonder: Am I "empowered"? If you have to hide your hypersensitivity, are you really a "strong woman"? Sometimes another voice enters my head, shooing these thoughts aside. This one tells me that the only really good performance is one where you make yourself vulnerable while pushing beyond your familiar comfort zone. I liken it to having an intense, hyper-real dream, where you step off a cliff but don't fall to your death. Though

Always play your decoy hand so people won't get the chance to see you fail at that which is closest to your heart.

I'm tired of waiting by the phone, and second-guessing what a guy says and trusting someone not to hurt me. Again. I've been storming the relationship castle for fifteen years, and I still don't have my prince. I've got a bunch of battle scars from the field and I want to go home and nurse my wounds. I don't want to fight anymore.

You want the foolproof test to see if you're in a good relationship? Tell the person the thing that you're most afraid to tell them. Then see how they react.

I have to be in a relationship in order to be intimate. I'm not the one-night-stand kind of girl. Despite the rumors.

I write so the endangered thoughts roaming naked and vulnerable through the misty jungles of my mind aren't slain by the guns of practical living.

Sacrificing her own safety and comfort, a broken young woman lay down in the snow, side by side with a broken young horse.

crying is like giving your spirit a bath!

People who have lost much are always worried about losing more. So they guard their hearts. It is not that she does not feel the happiness; she only wishes to hide it so as not to be hurt should she lose something more.

Miss Grant, I don't know where you got the idea that men don't have deep feelings, but that's wrong. Oh, we might be better at hiding them. But we get sad and scared and doubtful, the same as anybody else. I can tell you I cried lots of sowing tears when my uncle died after I came to Spiveyville.~Mack Cleveland