Quotes About Vulnerability

Fuck concepts. Don't be afraid to be confused. Try to remain permanently confused. Anything is possible. Stay open, forever, so open it hurts, and then open up some more, until the day you die, world without end, amen.

Humans are frail in our eyes today, and we secretly wonder whether those with poise and stiff upper lips are merely ticking time bombs. The freak-out allows us to feel we're not alone in our inner panic.

Sharing is an act of trust, for ridicule is an ever-present risk on the Internet today.

It's very hard, for most of us to tolerate being loved.

Men are actually the weaker sex.

Appearances are nothing.... And first of all they should not be feared, they are only dangerous to the weak.

When writing of oneself one should show no mercy.  Yet why at the first attempt to discover one's own truth does all inner strength seem to melt away in floods of self-pity and tenderness and rising tears...

When writing of oneself one should show no mercy.

What I am about to record would not reveal much to the only friend with whom I still manage to speak openly, and besides I know I could never bring myself to put on paper the things which almost every morning I confide to God without any shame.

It is one of the most mysterious penalties of men that they should be forced to confide the most precious of their possessions to things so unstable and ever changing, alas, as words .

When writing of oneself one should show no mercy. Yet why at the first attempt to discover one's own truth does all inner strength seem to melt away in floods of self-pity and tenderness and rising tears...

Now the last person who remembered me as a child is gone, I told myself. And only then did I burst into sobs, like a child.

Why would I want to take a chance on being hurt agan?" She asked. "Because you're not over me," he said. "Any more than I'm over you.

I'm getting to like you so tremendously that it sometimes scares me.

True intimacy comes from honesty, not the illusion of sweetness.

In my experience it is always the most innocent-looking creatures that can cause you the worst damage.

Although Love is always what we want, we are often afraid of Love without consciously knowing it, and so we may act both blind and deaf to Love's presence.

Guilt says, "If only you had done it better." Shame says, "If only you had been better.

I have never been a very brave man," Uncle Moses said. "Nor I," Zalmann added. Eva smiled at them. "You are brave enough.

She was like a butterfly, full of color and vibrancy when she chose to open her wings, yet hardly visible when she closed them.

Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how. The moment you know how, you begin to die a little. The artist never entirely knows. We guess. We may be wrong, but we take leap after leap in the dark.

Innocence finds not near so much protection as guilt.

All I can do is act according to my deepest instinct, and be whatever I must be-crazy or ribald or sad or compassionate or loving or indifferent. That is all anybody can do.

A fly, Sir, may sting a stately horse and make him wince; but one is but an insect, and the other a horse still.