Quotes About Vulnerability

Acum, când nu te afli în faÈ›a mea È™i când nu vezi ce expresie cap?t? chipul meu È™i nu risc s? par tandru È™i ridicol, îÈ›i m?rturisesc ce mult te iubesc.

Life is short. People are not easy to know. They're not easy to know, so if you don't tell them how you feel, you're not going to get anywhere, I feel.

Even if we do not like to show our weakness to the world, we should have friends, genuine and true like mirrors, clearly revealing our faults so that we can face and cure them. Let me be your mirror.

Los baños calientes provocan la debilidad del corazon y del cuerpo.

As long as the general population is passive, apathetic, diverted to consumerism or hatred of the vulnerable, then the powerful can do as they please, and those who survive will be left to contemplate the outcome.

As long as the general population is passive, apathetic, and diverted to consumerism or hatred of the vulnerable, then the powerful can do as they please, and those who survive will be left to contemplate the outcome.

As long as the general population is passive, apathetic, diverted to consumerism or hatred of the vulnerable, then the powerful can do as they please, and those who survive will be left to contemplate the outcome." ? Noam Chomsky

Todo esto, y mucho más, puede ocurrir mientras prevalezca la doctrina Muasher. Mientras la población general permanezca pasiva, apática y desviada hacia el consumismo o el odio a los vulnerables, los poderosos pueden hacer lo que les plazca; y los que sobrevivan podrán contemplar el resultado.

Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable. - Wizard

Writers are cannibals. They really are. They are predators, and if you are friends with them, and if you say anything funny at dinner, or if anything good happens to you, you are in big trouble.

Vera looked at me, and her eyes filled with tears. She does this sometimes, especially when I'm being hateful and difficult; she responds by having all the feelings I'm refusing to have. Now she reached over and took my hand, and we both began to cry.

it takes two people to hurt you," I said. "The one who does it and the one who tells you.

I fly to New York to see my shrink. I walk into her office and burst into tears. I tell her what my husband has done to me. I tell her my heart is broken. I tell her I'm a total mess and I will never be the same. I can't stop crying. She looks at me and says, "You have to understand something: You were going to leave him eventually.

Because if I tell the story, I control the version. Because if I tell the story, I can make you laugh, and I would rather have you laugh at me than feel sorry for me. Because if I tell the story, it doesn't hurt as much. Because if I tell the story, I can get on with it.

beware of men who cry. It's true that men who cry are sensitive to and in touch with feelings, but the only feelings they tend to be sensitive to and in touch with are their own.

Men are little boys, she would have said as she lifted her glass. Don't stir or you'll bruise the ice cubes.

I had always zipped through that part of the speech as if I had somehow managed to be invulnerable to the fantasy, as if I had somehow managed to escape from or rise above it simply as a result of having figured it out. I think you often have that sense when you write--that if you can spot something in yourself and set it down on paper, you're free of it. And you're not, of course; you've just managed to set it down on paper, that's all.

it taught me, that when a woman lets herself love, she loses. it taught me that to survive, you rely on yourself first and last. -adrianne It should have also taught you that sometimes love has no threshold. -philip

There I go being critical again. Does a man have to stand on one foot and juggle for me to consider him entertaining? What am I looking for? A knight?...No, knights are all polished and shiny. I think my taste runs to something with a bit of tarnish and maybe a few scratches. Someone who can make me laugh and cry and make me angry and make my knees tremble when he touches me.

Remind me not to piss you off Red. You might aim for the heart and shoot me in the balls.

Love's scary, and sometimes it's transient. But it's worth the risks and the nerves. It's even worth the pain.

The little things,Emma. The gestures,the moments. And the big. I let him see my heart. I gave it to him,even when I believed he couldn't or wouldn't take it. I gave it anyway-a gift. Even if he broke it. I was very brave. Love is very brave.

Those big blue eyes were swimming, and he was afraid that if the first tear fell, he would break and carry her off anywhere she wanted to go.

Do you want to fix it? I just said I was in love with her. Why wouldn't I want to fix it? You want to know how? Goddamn it, Del. He drank again. Yes, since you're so fucking smart. How do I fix it? Crawl. Jack blew out a breath. I can do that.