Quotes About Vulnerability

I have no problem talking about how hard it's been, how broke I've been, and how broke I was not even that long ago.

I cry a lot, and I have no problem with that at all. Listening to your emotions is part of being alive.

Everyone can have a bad period in their life, but we are famous; we have a lot of things. Sometimes people think we are not human, with no feelings, with no problems.

her feelings were complicated. Not since Atlantic City had she lowered her guard enough to let someone else get so close, and that ended up being a nightmare.

You're selective when it comes to sex, but once you're with someone, the standards you would normally hold yourself to go out the window...

and that scared her. Because being comfortable meant she might lower her guard, and she could never let that happen.

I didn't want to fall in love with anyone. I wasn't ready for that. I've been through that once, and afterwards I was a mess.

it dawned on me that love was the most powerful emotion of all, because it made you vulnerable to the possibility of losing everything that really mattered.

Vertrouw mensen,' zei hij tegen me, 'totdat ze je een reden geven om dat niet te doen. En ga daarna nooit meer met je rug naar ze toe staan.

Sei la mia migliore amica, il meglio di me, e non riesco a immaginare di rinunciare di nuovo a te. [...] Forse non capisci, ma ti ho dato la parte migliore di me, e dopo che te ne sei andata niente è più stato come prima. [...] So che hai paura, ho paura anch'io. Ma se lasciamo che tutto questo finisca, se fingiamo che non sia mai accaduto, non sono sicuro che ci verrà data un'alta occasione. [...] Siamo ancora giovani. Abbiamo ancora tempo per ricominciare come si deve.

cold that I'm shivering. I'd be lying if I told you I wasn't afraid. I don't want to die, and thanks to my parents—my

ask Jamie to the dance, I didn't want anyone—even Mrs. Hastings—to see me there on the off chance that she'd already accepted Carey's offer. It was one thing to actually go with Jamie, it was another thing to be rejected by her in favor of a guy like Carey. "What are you doing?" Jamie asked me. "You're

And while I tossed and turned, it dawned on me that love was the most powerful emotion of all, because it made you vulnerable to the possibility of losing everything that really mattered.

L'amore era il sentimento più potente, perché ti rendeva vulnerabile di fronte alla possibilità di perdere tutto ciò che importava davvero.

THE TEARS ... streamed down, and I let them flow as freely as they would, making of them a pillow for my heart. On them it rested. -AUGUSTINE, Confessions IX, i z

All my tips and tricks and woes and worries are gong to come tumbling out before you. I'm going to divulge them. What a juicy work that is, 'divulge.' Truth opening its petals. Truth smells like Chinese food and sweat.

Isn't crying a good thing? Why would we want to give pills to people so they don't weep? When you read a great line in a poem, what's the first thing you do? You can't help it. Crying is a good thing.

His impunity thrills me, I mistake it for fearlessness, though years later he will admit to being afraid all the time.

It's the way I walk through the world, carrying that fear, that the beloved will go, will die, and that I will be the one to blame.

Here's the me breathing into the you & here's the you breathing into the me & here's the trembling & here's the chalice & the only way out is to make sin holy.

Having you in my life is so comforting, because it's like you feel and say all the same things I always did, but hearing you say them somehow confirms them for me, the way it's impossible to feel the same pleasure from running your own fingers through your own hair. What I'm trying to say is, you just can't tickle yourself.

For alarmingly large chunks of an average day, I am a moron.

Loving people, and allowing yourself to be loved, was only worth the risk if the odds were in your favor, but they quite clearly weren't. There were about seventy-nine squillion people in the world, and if you were very lucky, you would end up being loved by fifteen or twenty of them. So how smart did you have to be to work out that it just wasn't worth the risk?

I may not know the weight of those things, but I could feel the weight of that one, so I kept it to myself. You know that things aren't going well for you when you can't even tell people the simplest fact about your life, just because they'll presume you're asking them to feel sorry for you. I suppose it's why you feel so far away from everyone, in the end; anything you can think of to tell them just ends up making them feel terrible.