Quotes About Vulnerability

I'm not a terrible person, I know that, but sometimes in a relationship, I can be crappy.

I'd much rather be greeted by a woman in a black bra who has a great story, than a man in black underwear who has no story at all.

It comes back to love, they decide. Love & the fear of loss, & even greater fear of opening up yourself in ways that would also leave you open to a bit of rejection & loss if it didn't quite work out the way you had been dreaming.

No matter how together we are, no matter how many friends or kids or partners or dogs or goats we have, there are always moments where we not only feel alone, but lonely.

Any time we turn to the devil's devices to solve the issues of our soul, we step out from under the umbrella of God's protection and become vulnerable to the elements. Freedom comes, as I shared in the story above, by breaking these covenants through verbally renouncing each one of them. When these contracts are destroyed, our enemy loses the legal right to oppress us.

Men are amazing. I love the way they are. They're consistently little boys, and they need to be nurtured and loved. But at the same time, they need to feel like men.

I come to understand that for most of my life, when I was looking for love, I was looking to be loved. In this, I am a prism of my world. I am a novice at love in all its fullness, a beginner.

Generous listening is powered by curiosity, a virtue we can invite and nurture in ourselves to render it instinctive. It involves a kind of vulnerability—a willingness to be surprised, to let go of assumptions and take in ambiguity. The listener wants to understand the humanity behind the words of the other, and patiently summons one's own best self and one's own best words and questions.

The more personal you are willing to be and the more intimate you are willing to be about the details of your own life, the more universal you are.

Don't be nice to me," she whispered, though she didn't move away. "I might cry if you are.

Tell me you'll be okay without me." "I won't be." She said nothing, and Josh was quiet a long moment, the only sound the rhythm of the ocean waves against the shore. "I will be," he said, his voice rough. "I'll be grateful for ever day that I got to be your husband.

Wrong," he growls in a voice I've never heard. "Very, very wrong, Chastity. If we were together and didn't work, I'd be out you. You're the one I can't lose

Well, listen, sweetheart. Boys only want one thing, of course, and guess what that means for you? Heartbreak. Pregnancy. Chlamydia, herpes, syphilis, crabs. That's beautiful, Dad. You should set it to music.

You never realize it until you're pregnant, or holding your baby in your arms, but your heart, soul and peace of mind will never be yours again. The tiny hijackers take over before they draw their first breaths, and you would do anything to keep them safe. Anything.

In most marriages, lust and love become tempered by normalcy. If you hear your husband farting in the bathroom seconds before he emerges and asks if you want to fool around, you generally don't want to fool around. You might, after a few minutes, but you have to forgive your husband for… well, for being human. For eating a bean burrito. After all, you ate the bean burrito, too.

All I can say is...she's been a good friend. And in her own special way, she's a ball of insecurities, but so aren't we all, right?

Funny, how easy that could be. When you found the right person, there was no hiding of flaws...there was just trying to do better. There was the comfort of admitting your weaknesses and trying to get past them. The knowledge that no one needed you to be on all the time, always fun, upbeat, attentive... He only needed you to be yourself. The security in knowing someone loved simply being with you.

True peace was rare when you were fat. When you were fat, you wore armor to protect and deflect. You were either sharp and bitter, inspiring fear in potential bullies, or you were extra cheerful to show nothing mattered at all, not the snubs or the insults or the degradation. When you were fat, you worked so hard to be invisible. You lived in fear of being noticed, singled out, of having someone point out what you already knew.

Not everyone was strong. Not everyone rose to the occasion. Not everyone could carry the burdens of life. And weakness was a burden unto itself

You can't have a child and not experience terror and heartache in some way. Your little hijacker will hold you hostage for the rest of your life, and there's no getting around that—not by placing the child for adoption, not by abandoning the child, not by being as perfect a mother as possible. Your heart, naked and vulnerable, is now in the form of another person, and your life is never completely your own again.

You never realize it until you're pregnant, or holding your baby in your arms, but your heart, soul and peace of mind will never be yours again.

I caught a sob before it quite broke, surprised at how quickly it had cut me.

Please trust me." I narrowed my eyes at her, instinctively looking for an ulterior motive, but found only genuine concern and a small gleam of excitement in her eyes. For some reason I wanted to trust her. Well, crap. Day, Kristen (2014-09-22). Forsaken (Book #1) (Daughters of the Sea) (p. 27). Kristen Day Books. Kindle Edition.

When all of your defenses were stripped away, the only thing left was surrender. Only then could you see the true size of the burden a person carried. Only then could you see the toll it had taken on their soul.