Quotes About Vulnerability

He could have broken her in two with one hand, but either she was already broken, or she wasn't going to break.

Who doesn't wish to make a spectacle of his loneliness?

If you don't know what it feels like to have someone you love put a hand below your bottom rib for the first time, what chance is there for love?

Part of you thought: Please don't look at me. If you don't, I can still turn away. And part of you thought. Look at me.

Luchaba contra su tristeza pero trataba de ocultarlo, de dividirla en trozos cada vez más pequeños para poder esparcirlos donde creía que nadie iba a encontrarlos. Sin embargo, yo me los encontraba a menudo —con el tiempo, aprendí dónde mirar— e intentaba que encarajaran entre sí.

I often wonder who will be the last person to see me alive. If I had to bet, I'd bet on the delivery boy from the Chinese take-out. I order in four nights out of seven. Whenever he comes I make a big production of finding my wallet. He stands in the door holding a greasy bag while I wonder if this is the night I'll finish off my spring roll, climb into bed, and have a heart attack.

Don't be a fool, you've let yourself fall apart, the pieces have got lost, and now there's nothing left to give, you can't hide it forever, sooner or later she'll figure out the truth: you're a shell of a man, all she has to do is knock against you to find out you're empty.

You are a shell of a man, all she has to do is knock against you to find out you are empty.

I danced the only way I knew how to dance: for life, crashing into the chairs, and spinning until I fell, so that I could get up and dance again, until dawn broke and found me prostrate on the floor, so close to death that I could spit into it and whisper: L'chaim.

How you fall in love and it's there that the work begins: day after day, year after year, you must dig yourself up, exhume the contents of your mind and soul for the other to sift through so that you might be known to him, and you, too, must spend days and years wading through all that he excavates for you alone, the archaeology of his being, how exhausting it became, the digging up and the wading through, while my own work, my true work, lay waiting for me.

I was like a trashcan. I took everything.

It was OK to need people; she was learning that. You just had to be careful.

I don't think I'm allowed to kill something because I am frightened.

We need to watch For the scared and the vulnerable One day it may be Us

What's the best angle to cut someone's throat? Well, usually from behind. That's usually how it works.

Creativity in its purest form is when you're willing to stand erect, eyes slammed shut, and let yourself fall

I'm still the first person to say "F**k you" but I'm faster to say "I love you.

These are only new devices for putting the weak at the mercy of the strong.

The by far greater number of human beings are never aware of what is passing around and within them, and millions fall victims of disease and die prematurely just on this account.

When an almond tree became covered with blossoms in the heart of winter, all the trees around it began to jeer. 'What vanity,' they screamed, 'what insolence! Just think, it believes it can bring spring in this way!' The flowers of the almond tree blushed for shame. 'Forgive me, my sisters,' said the tree. 'I swear I did not want to blossom, but suddenly I felt a warm springtime breeze in my heart.

Overdraw me Lord, and who cares if I break!

At such times [drunk] all the doors of a woman's being are opened. The sentinels relax and a kind word is as powerful as gold or love.

She was touched and began to open her heart to me. It was like opening an old chest, full of spices, yellowed love-letters and ancient dresses.

He has given a warm, beloved, living body to all the abstract ideas which were shivering inside me. When he is not there, I start shivering again.