Quotes About Vulnerability

If it slices through walls and pulls stuff out of me, stuff that hurts, why am I sitting here listening to it? Why didn't I walk the other way?" "Because it's better to feel it." "Not if it hurts." "Especially if it hurts. Remember, it was in there to begin with. And as an old friend of mine used to say, better out than in.

He wanted to explain that a scared part of him was still scared. That no matter how many times Dad explained that Buddy was safe, the scared part of him never heard, or never believed. But he had no idea how to frame such a thought with words.

So I sort of broke into a million pieces but didn't let the pieces all tumble apart. Like I tried to just be cracked all over but not shattered.

There's a time in the middle of our lives when we tend to have it under good control, but coming into the world and going out of the world, we're much more vulnerable. We need help. And being willing to be that help for someone is a very high calling, in my opinion. It's really the purest definition of the word serve.

If I sit inside, then nobody will know I'm in trouble. And so then nobody will help me.

Whatever you think your shortcomings are…you can't just lock yourself in the house so no one can notice or comment. We all have to take ourselves out into the world, flaws and all. And find a way to make the adjustment.

Still, everyone of us has something that makes him sad... And no one can save us from all of it.

Well, child, I'd tell you to be careful, except for two things. One, it wouldn't do any good anyhow. And two, I think we tell each other that too much. Be careful. Don't get hurt. Don't take chances. Don't try anything. Don't feel. Might as well be telling each other not to be alive at all. Boils down to the same thing.

We all have to take ourselves out into the world, flaws and all. And find a way to make the adjustment.

It's like people who want to feel only happy but not sad," she said. "It never works. You either feel things or you don't. You don't get to pick and choose. At least, I don't think so." Billy

I don't read you." I guess I didn't really expect him to. Because I'd never told him the beginning of the conversation. I hoped that didn't mean I was getting to be more like my mom.

Here the world is full of all these men trying to model what it means to be a man, but they don't truly know. They think it means be tough, feel nothing, betray nothing. And then Luis comes along and decides that his definition of a man is someone who is not afraid to be kind. That takes courage.

Drag them out into the light and they fail to thrive.

He was not accustomed to crying in front of others, and he could not have said more without crying. More accurately, he was not accustomed to crying, period. He had not indulged that release because of a deep fear that, having allowed the tears to start, he would never find the end of them, or would find they had no end at all.

It's not hard to fall in love," Hayden said. "The hard part is to love somebody who might actually do you some good.

He knew then why his voice had abandoned him. Because it takes courage to talk to people.

You can only hold back tears for just so long.

He still keeps more of his insides to himself than I mightve hoped for, but things like that are never a zero-sum game. YOu get progres, you be grateful for it. In the realm of wounded humans, you're never going to have it all. Also, I should noye that in my opinion, we're all wouned humans. The rest is just a matter of degree." Stay by Catherine Ryan Hyde

The wilderness just has this way of reminding you that you're powerless. And that what you want doesn't matter. We always think we're so smart and strong, but nature always gets the last laugh.

I think anger is a normal human emotion. And I think people getting in touch with their emotions is good. I think people tend to bury their emotions because they don't want to feel them. And I think we can't heal those emotions until we let them come out into the light." "So

You're saying hearts are supposed to be broken. Not sure I agree, but . . ." "Right. Otherwise you're not really using them. Which is a very cowardly way to live, don't you think?

Tears sprang to her eyes, and she didn't know if they were for Lloyd or for Aaron. Or for herself. Or maybe tears don't have anybody's name on them. Maybe they're just tears. "That's

he'd be proud of me for crying, and I cry harder. How do you stop crying, Simon?

By the time I'd managed to pull up to the curb, my heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst free. And not in a good way. I couldn't breathe, which didn't help. And I thought, Why doesn't love feel good? Why does it make you feel like you're about to die?