Quotes About Vulnerability

I'm not all that brave, Andre. I'm afraid of everything, I just refuse to give into it.

She'd never had a breakdown before. That had been scary, to cry without the ability to stop it. Crying on Draden should have been humiliating, but it had been comforting.

There would be no saving herself from the consequences of falling in love with Ice.

She was just so afraid of being hurt. Or hurting Ice. She had failed at everything she'd tried in her life. Ice was...extraordinary. Amazing. Worth something.

She'd managed, in a very short period of time, to slip under his guard and get inside him. There was something very valiant about her.

Ashe's entire face lit up when she laughed. That laughter did something to his insides, turning him to mush, so he thought some of the ice that had frozen all emotions so many years earlier had melted and allowed her deeper.

She didn't want the mask he wore around others. She wanted the true intamacy he had given her, the real Vittorio, the real man. He had offered her that man and she'd been so afraid she'd rejected him.

I curl my hand around her throat so her heart beats right into my palm, Fyodor confessed as if he could read Timur's mind. Even that isn't enough. I can hear my own heart beating right over top of hers because I'm terrified living with the idea that I could lose her.

I'm not going to hurt you, Bree. I'd shoot myself in the heart before I'd do that again.

Tears swam in her sky blue eyes and his heart squeezed down like a vise. It took every ounce of discipline he possessed not to press his palm over his chest. "Damn it," he swore at her between clenched teeth. "Stop with the tears." She had to stop. He felt a little desperate. -Airiana & Maxim

And maybe that was love. Being so vulnerable and allowing someone else in so far they could hurt you, but they could also give you everything.

We'll find a way to have children, Mikhail. You managed to convert me without becoming deranged." There was gentle humor in her voice. Mikhail's head went up, his dark eyes meeting hers. Raven laughed softly. "Did you think I wouldn't know your worst fear? I am adept at reading minds, and you, my love, have opened yourself to me often. I knew your fear and loved you all the more for facing it alone.

He wanted Shylah to see past his physical appearance to 'him'. He needed her to care who he was.

She had the beginnings of trust in him. He needed that from her. To gain the kind of absolute faith and trust he needed from her, he had to show in every way that he would always be there for her. That trust could never be in any way taken for granted or abused.

She didn't think she had anything to offer him. He got that. She had no money, no family, nothing at all in her eyes. Yet she gave him this magnificent gift - her and her trust, when she had no reason to trust anyone, least of all him.

I was always in danger. Always. I felt every minute of the day that I was walking a tightrope and any moment I was going to fall. Part of me just wanted it over.

How could she not answer him more fully when he was looking at her so directly? When the deep, commanding way he said her name made her feel that if she didn't tell him the truth, he would be disappointed.

Send for Jacques. But go feed before you see him. You made me weak with your lovemaking, and if you'll forgive a little crude Carpathian humor, I'll expect you to bring me home dinner." Startled, he stared at her. For a long moment there was silence, and then they both burst out laughing.

Only Gregori gave you blood. And I." "If I were you, I would not bring up the fact that you forced me to take that spell-casting healer's blood." She twisted away from him, annoyed all over again. "How could you betray me that way?" With great male superiority he glanced down at her face. "Your health comes before your pride.

I am beginning to like the way you talk to me and that is frightening. There was the faintest of smiles in his voice.

She realized she was afraid of Xaviero, but was no longer completely and utterly terrified of him. Somehow, in confronting her worst nightmare, she gained confidence in herself.

Raven woke slowly, in a dense fog, layers and layers of it. Somehow she knew she wasn't supposed to wake, but nevertheless it was imperative she do so. She pried her eyes open and turned her head toward the window. Sunlight was streaming in. She pushed herself into a sitting position, the covers sliding away to expose bare skin. "Mikhail," she whispered aloud, "you take altogether too many liberties.

I would never bring a woman into my personal hell. I know Lazar is coming. You know it as well. I would be divided. Need to protect her. Want to live for her. She would be his Achilles heel.

You look like hell," she observed. "I can't call the coast guard because you ripped out my VHF. I'm going to have to get you to shore as fast as possible." He held up his hand. "No. I can't be seen." He forced a trembling note into his voice. "I think someone's trying to kill me." "That's a shocker," she said, sarcasm dripping from her voice.