Quotes About Vulnerability

Good. Because I don't need protecting." "I knew you'd say that.But the thing is, sometimes you do. And sometimes I do. We're meant to protect each other, but not from everything. Not from the truth. That's what it means to love someone but let them be themselves.

You know what the worst thing I can imagine is? Simon had said. Not trusting someone I love.

I think sometimes we are reckless with our hearts the way we are with our lives. When we give them away, we give every piece. And if we do not get what we so desperately need, how do we live?

Jace hated it when other people were worried on his behalf. It made him feel like maybe there really was something to worry about.

She looked up at him with a smile. The smile broke what was left of his resistance - shattered it. He had let the walls down when he'd thought she was gone, and there was no time to build them back up. Helplessly he pulled her against him. For a moment she clung to him tightly, warm and alive in his arms. Her hair brushed his cheek. The color had come back into the world; he could breathe again, and for that moment he breathed her in - she smelled of salt, blood, tears, and Tessa.

He wants her in his bedroom. And not in that way — no girl has ever been in his bedroom that way. It is his private space, his sanctuary. But he wants Clary there. He wants her to see him, the reality of him, not the image he shows the world. He wants to lie down on the bed with her and have her curl into him. He wants to hold her as she breathes softly through the night; to see her as no one else sees her: vulnerable and asleep. To see her and to be seen.

Please," Alec said, pulling out his stele. "I can read your face like a very open, very pornographic book. I wish I couldn't.

The wishes of our hearts are weapons that can be used against us.

I'm—sorry about being a lousy date," Alec muttered. "What are you talking about?" Magnus asked. "You're a fantastic date. You've only been here ten minutes, and I already got half of your clothes off.

Do you often sleep tied to the bed?

We've been here before, haven't we? Last time you were starving, I gave you my blood. It was a little homoerotic, maybe, but I'm secure in my sexuality.

There was something about Jace, though, that made her want to push him, crack that shell of cynicism and make him admit her believed something, felt something, cared about anythinng at all.

Sometimes when she looks at him that way he finds himself almost blushing; a feeling so strange he almost doesn't recognize it. Jace Wayland doesn't blush.

Will," she whispered against his mouth. She wanted him closer to her so badly, it was like an ache, a painful hot ache that spread from her stomach to speed her heart and knot her hands in his hair and set her skin burning. "Will, you need not be so careful. I will not break.

Have you ever felt that your heart contained so much that it must surely break apart

She realized that this scarred, sarcastic boy, was gentle with the things he loved.

He caught her by the wrist, brought her hand to his bare chest. Splayed her fingers over his heart. It beat against her palm, like a fist punching its way through his sternum. 'Break my heart,' he said. 'Break it in pieces. I give you permission.

Every time you almost die, I almost die myself.

Well, I don't want you to die," Tessa said. "I don't know why I feel it so strongly -- I've just met you -- but I don't want you to die." "And I trust you," he said. "I don't know why -- I've just met you -- but I do.

Trust. It is like placing a blade in someone's hand and setting the very point to your heart.

I wonder sometimes if it is easier to be brave when one is young, before one knows truly how much there is to lose.

Break my heart, he said. "Break it in pieces. I give you my permission.

It was odd, (Tessa thought), what brought out tenderness in people.

I don't know," Mark said, looking down at his own long pale fingers tangled in the little boy's brown curls. "He just – Julian left, and Tavvy fell asleep on my lap." He sounded amazed, wondering. "Of course he did," Cristina said. "He's your brother. He trusts you." "Nobody trusts a Hunter," Mark said.