Quotes About Vulnerability

There's no fun in arguing if you never get shown up. Who plays a game it 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.

But we had young turnips and mustard greens in our befuddled stomach that day, and these things make bravery.

You can turn around in the dark, with the man who wants your heart looming so big, so big over you, and you can give it to him, so bright and red and pure that it destroys him. Getting what you want has that effect, more often than you think. But it's a dangerous thing, the intimate exchange of hearts in the shadows, and sometimes the man in the dark walks off with everything anyway.

being in love can be frightening,and sometimes its easier to fight it than it is to face it.

Ma come facevi ad avere un cuore quando tutti volevano averne un pezzo? E ci riuscivano, finché non te ne restava più niente. Ecco cosa intendeva. Tutti le sbranavano il cuore, come lupi. - Fin

Don was called Don Thumb throughout school. Maybe that was why Don was such a touchy son of a bitch.

Love is an electric blanket with somebody else in control of the switch.

With Alexander's cancer, I was definitely brought to my knees for the first time because of the fear factor.

Emotional scars often run the deepest.

Arga barn är rädda barn, och de skriker för att bli hörda.

Closeness means you get hurt; closeness means letting down your defences and letting people see the tender skin under the carapace.

The privilege of assimilation is that you are left alone. But assimilation must not be mistaken for power, because once you have acquired power, you are exposed, and your model minority qualifications that helped you in the past can be used against you, since you are no longer invisible

I wish you'd read your poems," she said sternly. "We need poems to heal." "I'm not ready to heal," I said as gently as I could because I was afraid how she'd respond. She nodded. "I respect that," she said, and walked away.

Shame squats over my face and sits.

But assimilation must not be mistaken for power, because once you have acquired power, you are exposed, and your model minority qualifications that helped you in the past can be used against you, since you are no longer invisible.

Can I write honestly? Not only about how much I've been hurt but how I have hurt others? And can I do it without steeping myself in guilt, since guilt demands absolution and is therefore self-serving? In other words, can I apologize without demanding your forgiveness? Where do I begin?

This, she thought, was what love and desperation made you do: say things that were better left unsaid, give yourself away in a million little gestures, a thousand little changes of expression.

Most feminists view women as a class whose presumed interests are to be given priority and see equality as a matter of convenience: women are as tough and aggressive as men when it comes to fighting wars or fires, but frail and helpless when it comes to domestic violence; as carnal as men when it comes to sexual freedom, but innocent and victimized in any sexual conflict.

This is how an owl must look to a mouse in that last second before the talons sink into the flesh.

You were like a flame blown by the wind until it is almost extinguished. All I had to do was put the glass around you. And now, how you shine!

The trouble with weeping was that once begun, it became almost impossible to stop.

But as I have resolved to set down a full account here, so I must begin with an honest accounting of myself. That morning, I was afraid.

wealth and connection are no shield against Plague.

Fear took each of us differently.