Quotes About Vulnerability

Amaryllis felt overwhelmed with a sudden rising emotion she could only identify as love, and that scared her to death. She had never expected to feel so much for another human being.

She kept her arm firmly around his waist, fitting under his shoulder when she never would have walked so Intimately with a man. Strangely, she didn't mind. In fact, she liked thinking of him as hers to take care of...

There isn't much left in me at all. Until you. You're the good. Don't take that away from me.

He should have placed Shea in a trance and demanded that she sleep while he did this thing, but the truth was, he simply couldn't bear their separation, and he wanted her close, where he could protect her. And he wanted her happy. Women! Shea heard his disgruntled complaint clearly in her mind. A small smile tugged at the corners of her reluctant mouth. "Am I complicating your life, Jacques?" she asked sweetly, hopefully.

Am I complicating your life, Jacques?" she asked sweetly, hopefully. He stopped so abruptly that she was jerked to a halt. Jacques caught her wet hair in his fist and pulled her head back so that the rain ran along her soft skin like honey. "The truth is, Shea, you make me feel so much, I do not know if I can stand it sometimes.

Sometimes grief brings things out in people better left hidden.

You are not safe from me and you never will be, but you'll like the way you aren't safe. I can promise you that much.

His mouth moved over her satin skin collecting little beads of water. "Love me back, Shea, love me like this. You are the air I breathe. Do not be afraid of this." His hands shaped her slender form to the hardness of his, caressed every line of her body, found every secret shadow and hollow.

He caught her hand, curling his fingers around hers and bringing it to his chest as he leaned into her. I'm sorry for being a dick. Sometimes I just am, but I'll watch it. Giovanni snorted his derision. Sometimes? Don't believe a fucking thing he says, Mariko. It's 'all' the time.

One of these days, you keep asking, Brice, and I might scare you to death and say yes. I'd turn into a clingy, nagging witch and drive you nuts

She had the strangest need, almost a compulsion, to shield Ricco from his brother's scrutiny. From all of them. She sensed he detested appearing weak in front of anyone, but especially his family.

Jacob wasn't going to hurt me," she denied suddenly. "I would have known." "You were not touching him, little one, and it was lucky for him." "He's certainly capable of violence. It's always hard to miss violence." She flashed him her mischievous smile. "It clings to you like a second skin." He tugged at her thick braid in retaliation for her teasing.

I want to see you find a lifemate, Gregori, one like Raven. She will hold you in the palm of her hand." "If I ever find what you have, I will never allow her to risk herself. She will never go near danger, not even to feed. And she will not defy me." "You cannot keep a lifemate prisoner, Gregori." There was a hint of amusement in Mikhail's voice.

Be very careful tonight and tomorrow. Do not leave your room until Mikhail contacts you." Raven rolled her eyes, made a face at him. "I'll be fine." "You do not understand. If anything happened to you, we would lose him.

Don't talk, Grace. Save your strength. I've got this. All you have to do is stay alive for me. I'll take care of everything else. Will you do that for me? Just stay alive. Her nod was nearly imperceptible, but it was there.

But he has guns, Rikki," she reminded herself aloud. "A dog wouldn't have a gun.

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.

Mikhail watched as she snapped off her light, lay on the bed. He felt the stirring in his mind, the searching. Are you awake? Her question was tentative. At first he refused to answer, not liking that he needed this so much. He couldn't afford to be out of control; he didn't dare. Nothing, no one, could have such power over him. Certainly not some slip of an American, a small woman with more strength than good sense.

A written man is more porous and accessible than a live one.

It made him feel like a mom, ineffectual and sexless.

You never hear the bomb that's got your name on it.

Some of us need more protection than others.

Por mais impiedoso e arrogante que o poder possa parecer, seus detentores são meros mamíferos que evacuam e anseiam e que sofrem de insônia e insegurança. Esses mamíferos são também necessariamente vaidosos ao extremo e muitas vezes desejam ser amados tanto quanto desejam ser temidos.

The challenge with love is not allowing your strengths to negate themselves.