Quotes About Vulnerability

Ruthless and arrogant though power can appear, it is only ever held by mere mammals who excrete and yearn, and who suffer from insomnia and insecurity.

all children are born into a losing struggle with death

Deprivation of the ability to speak is more like an attack of impotence, or the amputation of part of the personality. To a great degree, in public and in private, I 'was' my voice.

And again and again I have to remind myself the whole art of life is to lean on people, to involve oneself with them quite fearlessly and yet — when the props are kicked away — remain leaning, as it were, on empty air. Like levitation.

Let me say right here, if I haven't made it clear, that I have seen as many pale, naked old-man parts in the last twenty-four hours to bruise my delicate psyche for a lifetime, so don't be surprised if you someday find me wandering the moors at midnight, a crazed look in my eye, babbling about albino Tater Tots nesting in Brillo pads and being pursued by sagging man ass, because that shit can happen when you've been traumatized.

You're going to break my heart, aren't you?

One of them hissed-not the hiss of a cat, a long, steady tone-more like the hiss of air escaping the rubber raft that is all that lies between you and a dark sea full of sharks, the hiss of your life leaking out at the seams.

This is the man who called the fire department when the toilet backed up, and I'm asking him for help. What was I thinking? Why am I attracted to weak men?

An embrace from him left scratches on my back that sometimes wept blood, yet my brothers and I fought to be the first in his arms when he returned from work each evening. The same injuries inflicted in anger would have sent us crying to our mother's skirts. I fell asleep each night feeling his hand on my back like a shield. Fathers.

Careful crossing the street, Tommy called back to her as he crossed. [Jody is drunk] Ha! Jody said. I am a finely tuned predator. I am a superbeing. I -- And at that point she bounced her forehead off a light pole with a dull twang and was suddenly lying on her back, looking at the streetlights above her, which kept going out of focus, the bastards.

Oh, we are but soft and squishy bags of mortality rolling in a bin of sharp circumstance, leaking life until we collapse, flaccid, into our own despair.

turning your ankle hurts like hell, even if you're a superhero.

How would I feel, he thought, If I woke up and she was making love to me? Why I believe that I would be pleasantly surprised.

Nobody likes a dead whore.

Earth was totally unprepared for an enemy made of meat.

I so adored her when she let her warrior queen armor fall, and came, silly and giggling, into my arms.

No, Charlie said. I'm not losing you after just finding you. You stay here. You creep! What gives you the right to be that way. I just found you, too. Yeah, but I'm not much of a find.

So safe," Coyote said, "that you can lose it in a day? To be safe is to be afraid. Is that what you want: to be afraid?

I don't know. I don't really have a plan. I don't even know if she's lucid. I've been on autopilot since I heard. I was waiting for you to get home so I could fall apart.

Por qué los hombres nunca están preparados para la radiación tóxica de después de hacer el amor? ¿Por qué no pueden pasarla sin convertirse en quejicas distantes o en capullos agresivos? No entienden que hacerse mimos después no tiene nada que ver con ponerse ñoños; es solo el modo más inteligente de superar la depresión poscoito.

There is no kryptonite for these motherfuckers

Things are different when you live closer to the bone, Mr. Stoddard.

Heartbreak is the natural habitat of the Beta Male.

While Charlie's Beta Male imagination may have often turned him toward timidity and even paranoia, when it came to accepting the unacceptable it served him like Kevlar toilet paper—bulletproof, if a tad disagreeable in application.