Quotes About Vulnerability

Ne treba se bojati ljudi. - Pa ja se i ne bojim ljudi, nego onog što je neljudsko u njma." ? Ivo Andri?

Toliko je živa kod slabog ?ovjeka potreba da se vara i tako neograni?ena mogu?nost da bude prevaren.

When you feel unprotected, unsupported and unprepared to take care of yourself, your insides will feel if you have been through a train wreck. The best way to describe this experience is that you are having a head on body collision between your wannabe and your can never be.

When two broken people bring their broken pieces together, chances are they will never become a whole anything.

What we eventually uncovered was that I was afraid—afraid to ask for what I wanted, afraid to speak up for myself, afraid that I didn't have what it took to do what I really wanted to do. In response to my fears, I blamed other people for what I considered their failure to acknowledge me. The conversation didn't stop there.

I prefer a church which is bruised, hurting, and dirty because it has been out on the streets, rather than a church which is unhealthy from being confined and from clinging to its own security." The

The challenge with those whom we love is that they are the only ones who can get close enough to us to cause us heartbreak.

Relieving pain, like building trust, is an inside job. It is only when you have been broken down mentally, emotionally, or spiritually and choose to stand up and keep moving that you can know the true meaning and value of trust. Trust is a function of choice. Trust grows in hearts that have often been broken open by pain. Trust can unfold in response to devastation, disappointment, and, more often than not, a depth of dysfunction that threatens the human soul. But

As you move through today's practice, give yourself permission to tell the low-down, dirty truth about what you are thinking, feeling, and believing. What part of yourself can you see in your partner/ex-partner? And are you willing to forgive it in you? Love brings up everything unlike itself. This means the deeper you love someone, the more unloving parts of yourself will be revealed.

lived with as men was I able to find, hold, and see them with compassion.

used the sordid details of my stories as an excuse to talk badly about men, judge them, mistrust them, expect little from them, and give of myself begrudgingly as I waited for the axe to fall on my neck.

How can I tell her.... His voice broke, and he had to clear his throat. How the fuck can I explain this to her? How can you not. She loves you. Vishous - Butch (re. Jane)(Lover Unleashed)

We are the great miracle of creation! But from some blows this miraculous body cannot repair itself!

I behave in some ways like a lover - I undress her, I bathe her, I stroke her, I sleep beside her - but I might equally well tie her to a chair and beat her, it would be no less intimate.

We are all the sum of our tears. Too little and the ground is not fertile, and nothing can grow there. Too much and the best of us is washed away.

I love you. You are my heart beating outside of my chest.

He wanted to see her eat. After the sex, after he came inside her, he wanted to have her eat food he'd bought her, and he wanted her to take the stuff from his hand. Hell, he wanted to go out and kill something for her, bring the meat back, cook it himself, and feed her until she was full. Then he wanted to lie beside her with a dagger in his hand, protecting her as she slept.

Don't trust me. Don't like me. I could give a shit. But don't you ever lie to me." He took a deep breath, as if he were drawing her into him. "I can smell the sex coming off you right now. I could take you down on this sidewalk and be up that skirt of yours in a heartbeat. And you wouldn't fight me, would you?" No, she probably wouldn't.

Er det sant at du gjorde rent i huset mitt?" spurte hun. Å pokker… Det eneste svaret han hadde på det, var alt for avslørende. "Er det?" "Ja. Jeg gjorde det" "Jeg kommer til å klemme deg nå" Z stivnet, men før han rakk å komme seg unna, la armene hennes seg rundt midjen hans og hodet la seg mot den nakne brystkassen.

Nascose la testa fra le mani e pianse senza ritegno. Le lacrime le rigavano le guance, restando intrappolate tra le perle e i diamanti di girocollo. Si sentiva così sola.

The heart, as it turned out, could break in a million different ways: It didn't have to be a loss or a death. No, the inability to help someone you loved was shattering.

but even strong women need an arm to lean on now and then. (Anna Whitney in Glory in Death)

Put all your eggs in one basket... the handle's going to break. Then all you've got is scrambled eggs.

What other thing, Eve? I love you. Sometimes it makes my stomach hurt, but I kind of like it. Tired now, come to bed. Love you.