Quotes About Vulnerability

Men, they feel nothing like what we must endure. You have to make room in yourself for him, and that is the same in a house as in a body. See that you keep some rooms in yourself, locked up tight.

You're not in love if you keep your own heart bricked up behind your bones. You're only playing.

Where human children have years and years in which to grow their hearts and learn to live with them while staying safe from all the troubles a heart hauls with it, a Changeling starts out raw and red and full of longing. Some small ones learn to stitch together a Coat of Scowls r s SCarf of Jokes to hide their Hearts. Some hammer up a Fort of Books to protect theirs. Some walk around naked, though no one can see it but you and I.

September had no natural defense against lost things, being one herself.

It's a secret and if you tell a secret the secret comes alive and can never be kept safe at home again.

Honesty is such a nasty habit, dear. Like biting your nails.

You need me," said Xiaohui breathlessly, pulling November over her, sliding hands under her belt to claw and knead. "You need me." "Don't you mean 'I need you'?" whispered November in the girl's ear. "No," she sighed, arching her back, tipping her chin up, making herself easy to kiss, easy to fall into, easy to devour. "You'll see. You'll see.

Will you beat me if I say no?" he whispered fearfully. September thought she might cry. "Oh...oh dear. Not all the world is like that. Well. I am not like that.

If a bird or any other beast comes out of that uncanny republic where husbands are grown, I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

Where human children have years and years in which to grow their hearts and learn to live with them while staying safe from all the troubles a heart hauls with it, a Changeling starts out raw and red and full of longing. Some small ones learn to stitch together a Coat of Scowls or a Scarf of Jokes to hide their Hearts. Some hammer up a Fort of Books to protect theirs. Some walk around naked, though no one can see it but you and I.

Falling in love is embarrassing. It is not hardcore. It is not part of the scene.

Careful," Lye said. "I am fragile." "That's all right," said September suddenly, feeling the warm cinnamon courage of her bath bubble up inside her, fresh and bright. "I'm not.

I lost sight of myself so long ago that I'm hesistant to try to find myself. I'm afraid to begin. Existing sometimes gives me heart palpitations. I'm so afraid to be me.

Funniest thing about love, how it shakes loose when no one's looking. How the dark helps it along. Maybe that's why we dug caves so much, way back when.

It is such hard work to keep your heart hidden! And worse, by the time you find it easy, it will be harder still to show it.

Ettekö te... pelkää sutta?" kysyi Syyskuu, joka salaa uskoi voivansa hyvinkin päästä sellaisesta pelosta, jos susi rakastaisi häntä ja vartioisi häntä eikä sotkisi peittoja mutaan.

En voi huijata. En voi tehdä mitään leikisti. Jopa nyt olen vielä vahva. Minut on alistettava. Aivan kuten merta, isoäitiäni, ei voi muuttaa, minuakaan ei voi muuttaa - minut voi vain valloittaa." Hänen hartiansa lysähtivät. "Mutta olisin mieluummin lempeä. Ja rakastettu. Ja olisin toivomatta mitään, koskaan.

There's no fun in arguing if you never get shown up. Who plays a game if there's no chance they'll lose? I do so crave to be proven wrong. It is as sweet as proving yourself right, when done properly. The trouble is, most people only argue with their friends and their family, which a real sportsman knows is no way to practice. If no one you know can prove you wrong, you're in peril and that's the truth.

Tell it fast before you get scared and silence yourself. You'll never wish you'd held back a little more.

My mistress used to say that you couldn't ever really be naked unless you wanted to be. She said: even if you've taken off every stitch of clothing, you still have your secrets, your history, your true name. It's quite difficult to be really naked. You have to work hard at it.

I readied myself for the great effort of speaking with the throat-and-belly instead of the mind-and-heart. It is altogether a different skill.

My mistress used to say that you couldn't ever really be naked unless you wanted to be. She said, 'Even if you've taken off every stitch of clothing, you still have your secrets, your history, your true name. It's quite difficult to be really naked. You have to work hard at it. Just getting into a bath isn't being naked, not really. It's just showing skin. And foxes and bears have skin, too, so I shan't be ashamed if they're not.

még ha le is vetsz minden egyes ruhadarabot, rajtad maradnak a titkaid, a történeted, a valódi neved. Meglehet?sen nehéz valóban mezítelenné válni. Keményen meg kell dolgoznod érte. Megfürdeni nem jelent egyet a p?reséggel, nem igazán. Csak megmutatod a b?rödet. A rókáknak és a medvéknek is van b?rük, így aztán nem szégyellem magam, ha ?k sem.

It is such a hard work to keep your heart hidden! And worse, bt the time you find it easy, it will be harder still to show it.