Quotes About Vulnerability

you must be careful with kindness. It's usually mistaken for weakness by stupid people.

I'm not afraid, he said. What's the use of fear? You can't buy it or sell it, you can't make love to it. You can't even wear it if they strip off your shirt and you're cold.

I swear, the bigger the bully, the smaller the dick.

I am not your Father. I am but a child, like you. Afraid, like you. Fearing sometimes, as you fear.

Youth inhabits his face like a hermit crab its borrowed shell. He will outgrow his shelter sooner than he thinks. Only then will he know what it is to be naked.

Men's supply of passion, she knew from long experience, was easily depleted. Though they might threaten to move earth and heaven too, half an hour later their boasts would be damp sheets and resentment.

Who in their right minds would trust someone who made a profession out of poking around in sick people?

Books are like people, when they are open they are red

Everybody is a book of blood; Wherever we're opened, we're red. The Book of Blood The dead have highways.

I know many a strong man undone by marriage.

Intruders can rig your private elevator easier than stealing a Mercedes-Benz.

Take away the clothes of the greatest living man, his father once told him, and you behold a very embarrassed, naked and defenseless animal. Pitt

She doesn't speak, and I say nothing more. We just stare at each other, letting the tears roll down our cheeks. That's what tears are for, after all. A way for the soul to bleed.

That's what tears are for, after all. A way for the soul to bleed. Pg. 109

That I gave a bad blow job. She bats her eyes sweetly. Will the Big Guy forgive me? I never did it again, and I'm a much better cocksucker now, I promise.

It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses.

When she raises her eyelids, it's as if she were taking off all her clothes.

Sometimes, you feel yourself weightless, thinned. You draw back the curtains (if there are any) on a rectangle of wasteland at dawn, and realise that you are cast adrift from everything that gave you identity. Thousands of miles from anyone who knows you, you have the illusion that your past is lighter, scarcely yours at all. Even your ties of love have been attenuated (the emergency satellite phone is in my rucksack and nobody calls). Dangerously, you may come to feel invulnerable.

Where their pink necks emerged from the linen, that's where you strike, the vulnerable inch.

Do not love for they will disappear, do not trust for you will be betrayed, do not stand up for you will be swatted down.

He stopped hooking up with other people once he realized the first thing he did was calculate whether or not he could outrun them.

The boy made a fist. He knew what he'd do if the man put his hand on his leg or tried to touch his thing. He'd vowed to sock Freddie Rich in the face many times and then stood paralyzed when the time came, but this day he felt he could actually do it. Drawing strength from the free world.

Most people say, "Show, don't tell," but I stand by Show and Tell, because when writers put their work out into the world, they're like kids bringing their broken unicorns and chewed-up teddy bears into class in the sad hope that someone else will love them as much as they do.

Wow, this crappy performance art is really making me feel not so terrible about my various emotional issues.