Quotes About Vulnerability

If we could direct our hearts to love only those most likely to keep it safe, how much easier would our lives be?

The ability to admit that you do not know is the surest indication of your enduring strength

I love you," she said softly for the first time. It shocked her to realize she had never spoken the words until now.

The ability to admit that you do not know is the surest indication of your enduring strength, Kathryn," he insisted. "Absolute certainty might seem comforting, but is actually proof that you've given up. You will learn no more once you have decided you know. Yes, it's harder to live with the certainty that you don't know, that you will surely fail again. But it is essential if you intend to take command of that fleet." Janeway

You can never control who you fall in love with, even when you're in the most sad, confused time of your life. You don't fall in love with people because they're fun. It just happens.

Because I love you," Iain said simply. "I always have. I love your bad temper. I love your jealous streak. I love your strength and pigheadedness. And I know you love me. And sometimes love makes people go a little crazy. The insanity won't last forever...I hope.

El amor y la fe van de la mano. No se puede tener uno sin la otra. Y como todos sabemos, no siempre es seguro dar ese paso. A veces se juzga equivocadamente, y se acaba mordiendo el polvo. Pero a menos que demos ese paso, nunca sabremos qué hay del otro lado. Hay que buscar agallas para hacerlo.

the first rule of being a team is trusting one another. And if you trust someone, you let her keep her secrets. When she is ready to tell you, she will. You dont have to know everything, Anaka. Why not? Why should I trust Oona if she doesnt trust me? How do I know she's not hiding somthing more dangerous? Oona was worried the rest of you would see her differently, Kiki bristled. Don't prove her right.

Joi..." "Shut up," she says as she unbuttons my shirt. "I didn't bring you here for a heart-to-heart. How do I get this thing off without hurting you?

No one teaches girls how to take care of themselves. We train them to be pretty and kind and polite right before we set them loose in a world filled with wolves. Then we act surprised and horrified when some of them get eaten.

Hell, she knows why you chew your nails, why your eyes are blue one day, black the next. And all you want to do then is curl yourself with her, snug like a worm, lay your pumping head down in her lap. Have her caress you, be kind. No words because both of you are bodies, wrapping and unwrapping, there's eloquence in your embracings. Eyes closed, you realize everything you've ever wanted to say is right there.

Don't be afraid of your tears because no body has never cried before and one time they will wash away your sorrows

First cuts are deepest

One becomes vulnerable when one stops to think about winning, losing, taking advantage, impressing or disregarding the opponent. When the mind stops, even for a single instant, the body freezes, and free, fluid movement is lost.

Instinctively she knew that talking, talking, talking kept people from probing, probing, probing. The more she seemed to reveal about herself, the more she could hide, and still appear to be open and forthcoming.

We want to hurt others but don't want to be hurt in return

I've solved the mystery: You have to submit silently. Open up, let go. Let anything penetrate you, even the most painful things. Endure. Bear up. That's the magic key! The text comes by itself, and its meaning shakes the soul ... You mustn't let scar tissue form on your wounds; you have to keep ripping them open in order to turn your insides into a marvelous instrument that is capable of anything. All this has its price.

Love strips the mask from each of us, and we must endeavor for those we love to put the mask on so that it can be taken off again. For if there is no mask to start with, there is no pleasure in removing it.

Globalization is a fact of life. But I believe we have underestimated its fragility.

Man is deeply vulnerable when faced with overwhelming evil. Instead of consolidating his energy to fight it, he wastes valuable time and effort puzzling over it, insisting it is not, cannot possibly be, what it seems.

Me? I'm just a literary girl gone wrong. Slow with the tongue. Quick with the pen. Undeniably cute. But, on the whole, ill-equipped for the privilege of living.

Crushes weren't a precursor to love, they were a precursor to having your heart chewed up like Shark Week.

When he watched her sleeping, he often thought, My heart lies vulnerable outside my chest.

When she absently worried her bottom lip with one of her adorable little fangs, he sighed. The Enemy of Old fucking sighed . Dear gods, it'd finally happened to him. Happiness. Then his own fangs sharpened.I will kill anyone who tries to take this feeling away from me.