Quotes About Vulnerability

I never thought it could be like this with someone. I never imagined that I would ever feel this connected to anyone, this whole. I've never felt this terrified either.

The broken parts of me recognise the fractures in him, even if he hasn't permitted me close enough to touch them yet.

You can trust me." "Trust you? I hardly know you." The protect sounded weak, despite the force with which she pushed it past her lips. "You really want me to believe you feel that way? Because I've been trying to convince myself that's how I feel about you, and it's not working. Not one damned bit.

Desperate and without other options as she'd openly admitted. As desperate as I am to have a roof

With him, I'm dancing right up next to the flames of everything I'm afraid of and I'm learning that I can actually enjoy the burn. With him, I'm learning that I crave it.

Tell me what it is you needed, sweetheart." "This. You," she said, sighing as the pleasure bloomed into something wild again. "I just needed to feel safe tonight. I needed to feel connected to something solid and warm and unbreakable. Just for a little while." "Then hold on to me.

It's crazy how much I want her. Worse than crazy; it's negligent as hell, especially now that her life is in my hands. If I am to protect her, I damn well can't do it from between her legs.

This need is something different. It's something deeper. Something she's not ready for. Maybe neither of us are ready to give in to what we both want from each other.

Let a woman too close, and while she sucked your cock, she sucked your brains and manhood right out of you, too.

You know I could crush you." "I know you won't." "Why, because I need to protect you?" "No," She poked him in the breastplate. "Because you gave me a pillow.

He leaped to his feet, grabbed her, and spun her to face him. "No more bullshit, Sin. Feel what you've done." He took her hand and pressed it to her chest, where her heart was pounding painfully fast. So was his. "Let yourself feel something for someone else." ~Con

He thought it was funny that she could hack a bloodthirsty demon to death, but something as natural as having a baby made her quake. Not that Kynan blamed her. He'd happily choose taking a bullet to the gut over squeezing a bowling ball out of his ass. Women were amazing.

What are you talking about, Sin? You don't want anyone to own you... Or your heart?' She laughed bitterly, and entered the Harrowgate. 'I don't have a heart for anyone to take.

Hellboy?" "What?" "Touch me. Make me forget all this." He was on her in an instant, took her down to the floor before she could blink.

I know what those fuckers were capable of, and I would never wish that on you" Her throat worked on a swallow. "What do you wish on me?" "Me," he said with brutal honesty. "Fool that I am, I wish me on you. Like, on you.

How much time do you have? On Earth, I mean.' 'I honestly don't know.' His entire body went statue still. 'I don't want to lose you. I know that makes me sound like a pussy, but I don't.

Shit," he rasped. "Too much. This is too much." Too much what? It wasn't enough , as far as she was concerned. "I like touching you." "No one ever touches me." He took a deep, shuddering breath that somehow sounded...pained, and not in a good way. "Nothing but the wind and rain ever does.

Aylin had gotten under his skin, and for all his experience fighting enemies, he had no defense against a female whose strength humbled him, whose voice soothed him, and whose touch drove him wild.

He watched her through narrowed eyes. Maybe he wasn't as stupid as she'd thought. He was good-looking, though . . . chin-length brown hair, full lips, five-o'clock shadow. Maybe she'd do him while she fed from him. Shade wasn't always available for a rendezvous in the hospital's supply closet, and Wraith acted as if she had a disease

What can I do?" Razr flung his clothes and half a dozen blades onto a chair. "You can make sure this asshole doesn't fuck with me when I pass out." With that, he reached out and grabbed the wall.

Love is like jumping off a cliff, even when you know you're acrophobic.

I find it much easier to counsel than to be counseled, to reach out to a friend in my small group who is feeling insercure than to reveal my own inseurity. The truth is we don't much like being dependent. We don't enjoy admitting how depeately we long for someone's kindness and involvement. It's so humbling.

I'm sorry I'm so pathetic," he thought, and then realized he had also said it. Beth laughed, so lightly and so kindly that Denis felt it in his chest, not his stomach. Can I tell you a secret?" Yes, tell me all your secrets Denis kept to himself. Beth leaned in, whispered: "All boys are pathetic.

All boys are pathetic.