Quotes About Vulnerability

It is okay to cry, as long as you fake it.

Miss Rona says the only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open.

life is strange. It's full of mistakes and regrets, and our minds are very good at bringing those out at the worst times, the times when we're most vulnerable. Like dreams. The best we can do, I think, is to figure out how to move forward. How we correct the errors that we made to give some peace to ourselves.

Paradise is precarious. Just one little thing …" He mimes a little shove. "Can push it into imbalance. It didn't take much to screw up the Garden of Eden.

Never underestimate the power of a bad joke, and better yet one that pokes fun at yourself.

Let every tale be a cage match between you and something that scares you.

Three other vectors for infection. That's what this was, wasn't it? It's not contained at all.

Why is it that even when you're trying your hardest not to get attached, something still sneaks up on you?

It takes courage to create,' he said. 'People are afraid of embarrassing themselves by not being good enough.' Or maybe even by showing who they really are.

You can try to avoid getting hurt six ways from Sunday, but it still might happen.

Do you ever think that people who find it tougher to say what they're feeling are the ones who feel things more intensely? As if they're the ones who really understand what it means to love someone? As if they have to keep their defenses high, because they care too much and have too much to lose?

The softest hearts always have the toughest shields.

If love disappeared when we touched the fault-lines, it wouldn't be worth much, would it?

who I am in my head, very few people really get to see that. Almost none. It's the most precious gift I can give, to bring her out of hiding. Maybe I've learned it's a mistake to reveal her at all.

Death and his zealous minions—dread, despair, disease—can find you anywhere at all, and the armor plate of youth will no longer protect you.

would not, could not, make a significant overture. My pride depended on this. She would have needed to make the effort, enough to be openly vulnerable; she would have had to risk my revenge. I like to think I wouldn't have rebuffed her, but it's possible that I would have. It's possible that I would have felt the need to exercise the power if I'd had it. But she didn't grant me the opportunity

Reza, in spite of the tears caught in his lashes like raindrops on a spider's web, did not cry.

you wouldn't want them to know that in your heart, you are proud, and maybe even haughty, and are riven by thoughts the revelation of which would show everyone how deeply Not Nice you are.

It continued to amaze me how the touch of skin on skin had altered things: curled in the crook of his arm, my head upon his breast, I'd sensed his heart beating and for a moment hadn't been sure whether it was mine.

Never let the sun go down on an argument," she said. "Because one of us might die in the night," I said, as I'd replied since I was small. But this time, she laughed, a dry, sad laugh. "One of us just might, Mouse.

You start to grow up and you learn from all the stories around you what the world is like, and yous tart to lose freedoms. Not because anybody actually tells you that you've lost them, but because you know you need to take care...Beware darkness, isolation, the outdoors, unlocked windows, men you don't know. And then you realize too that even men you know, or thought you knew, might not be okay.

But who I am in my head, very few people really get to see that. Almost none. It's the most precious gift I can give, to bring her out of hiding.

Sometimes I felt that growing up and being a girl was about learning to be afraid.

And I have no idea if I can do this. She sent a brief, heartfelt prayer to the BDSM gods, wherever they might be. "That