Quotes About Vulnerability

Today is just one of those days the sun comes out to really humiliate you.

You gain power by pretending to be weak. By contrast, you make people feel strong. You save people by letting them save you.

Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, I'll be anybody you want me to be. Use me. Change me. I can be thin with big breasts and big hair. Take me apart. Make me into anything, but just love me.

It's okay to cry as long as you're faking it.

Rip yourself open. Sew yourself shut.

Why is it you feel like a dope if you laugh alone, but that's usually how you end up crying? How is it you can keep mutating and still be the same deadly virus?

Telling some stories, Miss Leroy says, is committing suicide.

We opened our hearts. Hear me, heal me, save me, believe me.

The whole world is a disaster waiting to happen.

When people think you're dying, they really, really listen to you, instead of just waiting for their turn to speak

no way could I fall in love. I just couldn't go there yet. Settle for less. I didn't want to process through anything. I didn't want to pick up any pieces. Lower my expectations.

A good story should make you laugh, and a moment later break your heart. — Chuck Palahniuk, Stranger Than Fiction

There's al­ways the chance you could die right in the mid­dle of your life sto­ry.

Deliver me, Tyler, from being perfect and complete.

A knife, it felt like a knife, and I'd discovered that despite everything that's happened, I still had an endless untapped potential for getting hurt.

You don't care where I live or how I feel, or what I eat or how I feed my kids or how I pay the doctor if I get sick, and yes I am stupid and bored and weak, but I am still your responsibility.

No mat­ter how much I try and hide this, bit by bit, I start to fall apart.

The girls you meet are never very far from their worst-case scenario.

Don't do this. I love you. Don't shut me out.

Valley of the Dogs. Where even if they don't kill you, if someone loves you enough to take you home, they still castrate you.

These old people. These human ruins.

Despite my lifetime of declining rich desserts, my evenings spent jogging, regardless of all my careful moderation and self-discipline—I'm trapped, wadded inside a shell of steel and aluminum. My body, violated in countless places by fragments of broken glass. My low-cholesterol blood rushes to abandon me in hot, leaping spurts. Despite all my care, the heart-attack victim and I will both be just as dead.

You gain power by pretending to be weak. By contrast, you make people feel so strong. You save people by letting them save you.

The problem is, if you never weep in public... well, the public assumes you never weep.