Quotes About Vulnerability

She knew again the delicious little frisson of fear that came with walking the edge of something she knew better than to cross. She had forgotten what this was like. How a man could heighten every moment, remind you of the point of possessing sight and smell, let alone skin and nerve endings and a heart. That a man could so easily make your heart sing like a bloody lark or plummet like a stone.

Life is short, Tommy. Short and dangerous. A bit like you.

It's just that no one can completely take care of themselves. Not even me, and I have a freaking black belt in karate. It's not a man versus woman thing. It's a 'let somebody care about you thing.' And sometimes that takes more guts and sense than taking on the whole damn world by yourself.

Trust was freedom, she understood now. It was a luxury. Without it, life was a cell. No emotion could ever get through unfettered and it seemed a hellish way to live.

Nothing was more erotic than a big, hot, strong guy armed with a spreadsheet whose object was to make her life easier.

Does she make you laugh?" He thought about this. "She laughs a good deal when I'm about," he allowed. Did Colin Eversea really want to be laughed at rather than with his entire life? He was the most maddening person she'd ever met, but his humor contained angles; he used it both to deflect and persuade. And if one could see around it, one would see into vulnerability.

But she bravely kept her eyes open; she was both lost and found in the soft, burning depths of his eyes.

I had to fight so hard not to cry.

Girls scare me more than boys. Boys are cruel. Girls are mean.

Nick? I'm still here, Laurant. -Did you tell Tommy we slept together? No, but you just did. He's standing right here. She fell asleep. But this time she didn't have any dreams or nightmare.

Yet you told him you loved him? Yes, I did. Bridgid was clearly impressed. You're more courageous than I am. The fear of being rejected pains me to even think about, yet you boldly told Brodick how you felt, even though he hadn't spoken his feelings. Actually, he told me I loved him.

Trouble follows you like a shadow, Gillian. You're prone to injuries. I swear to God, if a tree decided to fall right now, it would find your head to land on. Oh, for heaven's sake, she muttered. I'll admit that I have had a run of bad fortune, but— He wouldn't let her continue. A run of bad fortune? Since I've known you, you've been beaten, stabbed and now shot with an arrow. If this keeps up, you'll be dead in another month

Men. They were all so incredibly easy to sway. Pat them on their heads, give them something to eat, and they'll follow you anywhere. Add a smile and a few stupid compliments, and they'll immediately forget all about their other responsibilities.

Take pride away from a man and you might as well run a knife through his heart.

Then it stands to reason that love doesn't make a man less than what he already is. It makes him vulnerable. Perhaps it does, Ramsey agreed. And if his mind is constantly consumed with thoughts of her, then he becomes weak. Is that not so? Ramsey smiled. I'll tell you what is so. You love her, Brodick, and that scares the hell out of you. I should have broken your nose.

Every man has a weakness, he patiently explained. I'll find theirs, I promise you. Every man? Yes, he answered emphatically. His hand moved to the back of her neck. Twisting her curls around his fist, he jerked her head back. His face loomed over hers, his breath warm and sweet as he stared down into her eyes. What is your weakness, Brodick? she asked. You.

She had already learned two very unpleasant things about her husband. One: he didn't like being questioned or contradicted. That was going to be a problem

All the man had to do was look at her and her mind turned to lettuce. One kiss and she wilted into his arms.

Ah, the foolishness of men who embraced the notion that loving would weaken them.

If you're afraid to let someone else see your weakness, take heart: Nobody's perfect. Besides, your attempts to hide your flaws don't work as well as you think they do.

Talking to a therapist, I thought, was like taking your clothes off and then taking your skin off, and then having the other person say, Would you mind opening up your rib cage so that we can start?

Testosterone is the world's most dangerous drug. Get one molecule on you and you're helpless.

You don't like it that I am the one you need to keep the wolf from the door; that comes as no surprise. But I am the one you have. At some point we'll both have to risk telling the truth.

I felt Red's arm close around me like a shield against the rest of the world. His mouth was against my hair, and his heart thumped violently under my cheek. I shut my eyes, and held onto his shirt with both hands, and wept.