Quotes About Vulnerability

Nothing feels as awful as pouring your heart out to some talk therapist, then realizing this so-called professional is actually vastly stupid and you've just professed your most secret secrets to some goon who's wearing one brown sock and one blue sock.

Rip yourself open. Tell me my life story before I die. Sew yourself shut.

There are lots of things we don't want to know about the people we love.

Therefore, when we neglect to fear such a brittle monstrosity, we render it powerless.

This should be my favorite part, being held and crying with Big Bob without hope. We all work so hard all the time. This is the only place I ever really relax and give up.

I don't want her falling in love with me as a voice on the phone while at the same time she's try­ing to ditch me as a re­al per­son.

Where even if someone loves you enough to save your life, they still castrate you.

Miss Rona says nothing is gross. Miss Rona says the only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open.

This is be­ing loved with­out the risk of lov­ing any­one in re­turn.

You have to talk, otherwise your head turns into a cemetery.

Cancer will be like that, I tell Marla. There will be mistakes, and maybe the point is not to forget the rest of yourself if one little part might go bad.

Everything, including your set of hand-blown green glass dishes with the tiny bubbles and imperfections, little bits of sand, proof they were crafted by the honest, simple, hard-working indigenous aboriginal people of wherever, well, these dishes all get blown out by the blast. Picture floor-to-ceiling drapes blown out and flaming to shreds in the hot wind.

The big wet face settles down on top of my head, and I am lost inside. This is when I'd cry. Crying is right at hand in the smothering dark, closed inside someone else, when you see how everything you can ever accomplish will end up as trash.

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

There are a lot of things we don't want to know about the people we love.

The whole world is a dis­as­ter wait­ing to hap­pen.

Here at St. Anthony's, they have to close the curtains before it gets dark, since if a resident sees themself reflected in a window they'll think somebody's peeping in at them. It's called "sun-downing." When all the old folks get crazy at sunset.

I was very invested in love but it was just this long sex thing that could end at any moment because after all, it's about getting off.

There are lots of things we don't want to know about the people we love.

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Nevertheless, here it is: my Hideous Admission. I'll fess up and come clean. I'm out of the closet. I'm dead. Now don't hold it against me.

If this might be the last time they saw you, they really saw you. Everything else about their checkbook balance and radio songs and messy hair went out the window.

it's nice to have one person who knows all your secrets

Almost all the time, you tell yourself you're loving somebody when you're just using them.