Quotes About Vulnerability

Or the ploy Dahmer used—that classic had proven to do the job in all the decades following. Lone woman struggling to lift something heavy into the back of a vehicle. Can

A strong woman's tears can cut a man to ribbons faster than a knife.

She covered her hands with her face

They both knew evil not only existed, it flourished and grew fat, and it reveled in its pursuit of the weak and the innocent.

if you gave the media any part of yourself, it squeezed it, twisted it, and wrung it dry.

Don't make me feel like you don't need me. ~ Mavis

Eve shuffled her feet, then sat. Then rubbed a hand over Peabody's thigh. You're just going to puff up his ego if he finds out you're crying over him. He's already hard to live with.

Whenever she cried, he thought, it was a storm, a passionate tumult. Rarely were there a few easy, quiet tears for Eve. Rarely was anything easy for Eve.

he knows too much about himself to subject her to a morning after, when he will be cold, surly, impatient to be alone.

His mouth opens. From inside him comes a slow stream, without breath, without interruption. It flows up through his body and out upon me; it passes through the cabin, through the wreck; washing the cliffs and shores of the island, it runs northward and southward to the ends of the earth. Soft and cold, dark and unending, it beats against my eyelids, against the skin of my face.

Anyway, said Robert, they got a big fright. After that they started dropping pellets in the water and digging latrines and spraying for flies and bringing buckets of soap. But do you think they do it because they love us? Not a hope. They prefer it that we live because we look too terrible when we get sick and die. If we grew thin and turned into paper and then into ash and floated away, they wouldn't give a stuff for us. They just don't want to get upset. They want to go to sleep feeling good.

I am now no more than a pile of blood, bone and meat that is unhappy.

Imagine: to be prepared to yield, to yield, to have nothing more to yield, to be broken, yet to be pressed to yield more!

Y deja de pasar así las páginas. ¿Por qué lo manejas con tanta brusquedad? –Porque… Porque si no me doy prisa se abrirá un agujero. –¿Dónde? –Entre las páginas. –Qué tontería. No hay ningún agujero entre las páginas.

Me estoy haciendo muy muy muy pequeño —dice el niño con voz ronca y medio dormida—. Me estoy haciendo muy muy muy pequeño y cayendo. —Déjate caer —le susurra él—. Yo estoy aquí para vigilarte. —¿Soy un fantasma, Simón?

Non è stupro, non proprio, ma un atto indesiderato, profondamente indesiderato. Come se Melanie avesse deciso di lasciarsi andare, di morire dentro di sé per la durata del coito, come un coniglio quando le mascelle della volpe si chiudono sul suo collo. In modo che tutto ciò che le viene fatto avvenga, in un certo senso, lontano da lei.

how natural a mistake to believe that you can burn or tear or hack your way into the secret body of the other!

Because it is not in the nature of love affairs for the lovers to see each other whole and steady.

You are like a stick insect, Michaels, whose sole defence against a universe of predators is its bizarre shape. You are like a stick insect that has landed, God knows how, in the middle of a great wide flat bare concrete plain. You raise your slow fragile stick-legs one at a time, you inch about looking for something to merge with, and there is nothing. Why did you ever leave the bushes, Michaels?

Kristin Neff wisely observes, "When we're in touch with our common humanity, we remember that feelings of inadequacy and disappointment are shared by all. This is what distinguishes self-compassion from self-pity. Whereas self-pity says 'poor me,' self-compassion remembers that everyone suffers, and it offers comfort because everyone is human. The pain I feel in difficult times is the same pain that you feel in difficult times."4

Say the word. Say the word and I won't go. Say the word, Qhuinn. Do it and I'll spend the night with you. Better yet, why don't you just kiss me-

V shook his head. "Remember what you saw in that clearing, cop? How'd you like that anywhere near a female you loved?" Butch put down the Bud without drinking from it. His eyes traveled over Rhage's body. "We're going to need a shitload of steel," the human muttered.

Your hands on a gun butt right now, isn't it? Afraid of me?" "Just want to make sure I can take care of you." "Oh, really?" "Yeah, in case you need Glock-to-mouth-resuscitation.

Qhuinn smiled, baring his fangs. 'Has anyone ever shown you the difference between good touch and bad touch? 'Cause I'd love to demonstrate. We could start right now.