Quotes About Vulnerability

That's everyone's dream, isn't it, really, instead of many who give you little pieces of themselves - one who gives you everything.

Why do you tell me you love me only when you're drunk or dreaming? she asked. I have awful timing, said Simon

Without him, [Nate] she was completely alone in the world. There was no one at all for her. No one in the world who cared whether she lived or died. Sometimes the horror of that thought threatened to overwhelm her and plunge her down into bottomless darkness...

Everyone has things they're afraid of. It's part of being human.

Siempre he pensando que el amor te vuelve estúpido. Te hace débil. Un mal cazador de sombras. Amar es destruir. Yo creía eso.

Jules: Emma, God, Emma. I love you so much. Emma: Julian, I... Jules: Don't. I don't want to hear anything reasonable, not now. I don't want logic. I want this. Emma: But you need to know ... Jules: I don't. I've been broken for weeks. I need to be whole again. Even if it doesn't last. Emma: it can't last. It'll break our hearts. Jules: Break my heart. Break it in pieces. I give you permission.

Love makes liars of us all.

To love is to destroy, and to be loved is to be destroyed

We are so much lovelier when we fall.

He wont have to worry about you spilling his secrets." "Yeah," Jace said, "he's terrified I'll tell everyone that he's always really wanted to be a ballerina." -Inquisitor & Jace about Valentine, pg.123-

Ladies' hearts are like china on a mantelpiece. There are so many of them, and it is so easy to break them without noticing.

Ragnor's important business was probably getting together to write a burn book with Raphael. Magnus could see them now, sharing a bench and scribbling happily away about Magnus's stupid hair.

Your parents could always hurt you, no matter how old you were.

He had been through a hundred heartbreaks, but he found himself afraid when he thought of Alexander Lightwood breaking his heart.

If you can't tell the truth to the people you care about the most, eventually you stop being able to tell the truth to yourself.

Love, real love, is being seen. Being known. Knowing the ugliest part of someone, and loving them anyway. And... I guess I think two people in love become something else, something more than the sum of their parts, you know? That it must be like you're creating a new world that exists just for the two of you. You're gods of your own pocket universe.

im eaisly influenced by others Do's and Don'ts. How can they bring me up so high, an sink me down like a stone?

Emma wanted a real man's hands on her body. Big and rough hands belonging to a strong, tough man who would grab her and throw her onto a bed where he'd spread her thighs wide, yank her head back by the hair, and kiss her breathless while loving her until she was senseless.

She was falling for him again. Head over heels. That was probably the worst thing that could happen. What she didn't know was what the hell she was going to do about it.

It happened again this afternoon. Just the way it did that other night. We were talking--talking about how to protect her, actually--and then, suddenly, I looked at her and it was as if I'd found an entire universe in her eyes.

But I also meant that loving someone really opening your heart to them is just asking to have your heart smashed and handed back to you in little pieces.

David held up his hands. "Hold it. This is going nowhere. You two are both afraid, and being afraid makes you angry, and being angry makes you lash out." "Thank you, Dr. Laura," I said snippily. "I'm not afraid of her," Hunter said, like a six-year-old, and I wanted to kick him under the table. Now that I knew he was actually alive, I remembered just how unpleasant he was.

Drag all the skeletons out where we can see 'em," she said softly."That's the only way to get rid of them. They hate the sun light.

The experience bestowed a strange psychological legacy, leaving Steinbeck with a profound sense of vulnerability which shaped him as a writer.