Quotes About Vulnerability

Sie erkennt hinter deinem attraktiven Äußeren die düstere, verkrüppelte, gebrochene Bestie, die die Jahre aus dir gemacht haben – das triebhafte, kleine Tier, das du im Grunde deines Herzens bist. Wenn sie dich nimmt, nicht obwohl, sondern weil du ein freches Äffchen bist – das ist Liebe?

Non stava cercando la perfezione, solo qualcuno che lo facesse sentire abbastanza sicuro da mostrarsi insicuro accanto a lei.

I have told you because you are the only person in this entire world I can trust. And I do need to trust someone.

I believe, Eragon, that you are full of love and that you are looking for one who will reciprocate your affection. No shame exists in that.

A man rarely knows the day and hour when he will die. I could be killed any moment and there's not a blasted thing I can do about it.

Names are powerful things; you should be careful whom you share yours with. You never know when a person might turn your name against you.

Hay que ser valiente para admitir que te equivocabas.

Enterarse de quién es uno sin engaños ni compasión es un descubrimiento del que nadie sale intacto.

Wards," said Oromis, "rely upon the strength of your body. If that strength is exceeded, you die. No matter how many wards you have, you will only be able to block attacks so long as your body can sustain the output of energy.

We are made imperfect and must guard against our flaws lest they destroy us.

Without further ado, she curled up in the grass, tucked her head under her wing, and wrapped her tail around herself. Do not wake me unless something is trying to eat us , she said. Eragon smiled and patted her on the tail.

We thought you were dead." "They'll have to try harder than that if they want to kill me. Bunglers, the lot of them.

Riding at full gallop for three days--combined with less than three hours of sleep for every twelve spent in the saddle--had left him frighteningly weak. I might as well be going into battle drunk, sick, and beaten half out of my senses .

You cannot help but be human

Life was the most dangerous thing there was.

To know who you are without any delusions or sympathy is a moment of revelation that no one experiences unscathed.

Trust is like glass. You think you can see through it, that you know what's on the other side of it. You pretend you know your partner and that he knows you. But it's all an illusion. One day you bump against it and it cracks and you cut yourself and you bleed.

It's hard enough on them to be cast out of the cushy comfort of the uterus—some forced to squeeze their way through a narrow birth canal, others literally plucked from the womb—into the harsh fluorescent light of the delivery room. Along the way, they encounter surgical instruments, drugs, and a host of hands that pull, prick, and scrub them, typically within seconds of their arrival

An unknown author said, "Trust is a peculiar resource; it is built rather than depleted by use." Trust is something that takes time to build, can be lost in seconds, and may be our most important and most difficult objective in managing our relationships.

I want to cry. Like a serious mushy cry a middle-school girl might do after her favorite vampire couple has a baby or something.

Even in the era that we think of as the "good old days" children were never truly safe. Monsters walked among us, even then. In this case, though, the monster in question was not an adult that preyed on a child, it was what the

He had always believed that robes and swords did not go together well. There were already too many ways a magician could harm another person. Why add a non-magical one to the list?

Risk. Only when you know the other could easily leave you, do you appreciate when he stays. Only when it's not easier on them to like you than not, do you appreciate it when they do." - Achati

What I wanted was to get away. But the moon was too far beyond, and there were white bits under me, where the flesh was shredded off and the bone gleamed that famed ivory, and those below cowered and, if they were not quick enough, were spattered in blood. Then came the jolt, as of a fall, and I saw the leg was caught in an ungainly way in the smaller branches of a mutamba tree, the foot hooked, long like that infamous fruit.