Quotes About Vulnerability

for some reason, he didn't want her to look back at him with rejection or reciprocal challenge. He definitely didn't want her to look at him as if she was mentally gauging her ability to kill him to defend herself. He wanted her to look at him like she looked at his chocolate, as if she was absorbing strength and happiness. And was in no hurry to leave it. It turned his heart all funny to think of being

He felt as if he were blooming outward, his heart one of their own roses unfurling in deepest winter, which scared him because...well, roses that bloomed in the winter got frozen in the cold.

You learned that it was easy frighteningly easy to get lost in someone else's life accommodating him and stop being yourself. You learned to be wary about falling in love. And you learned that someone who loved you could stop loving you for some dark reason and even though that was bruising you were more resilient than you knew. Eventually you would get over it more or less.

This is a terrible way to live—unfulfilled because you could not ask for something that you really wanted or, worse, didn't ask for to avoid pain. Fear of rejection and fear of hearing a "no" to your ask has always prevented many people from asking.

I believe and have heard from many people that one of the hardest asks anyone can make is to ask for help. When you do that, your request can make people feel helpless, out of control, less than, or irresponsible. We have the tendency to judge ourselves by looking around and seeing and hearing other people coping with life just fine without asking for help.

Sois tres, tres como los soles, como las lunas, como los dioses y las diosas. En ese vinculo que hay entre vosotros esta vuestra fuerza... pero también vuestra mayor debilidad." Ha-Din

Eres como un grano en el culo, Viana. Es muy difícil protegerte cuando no dejas de ponerte en peligro una y otra vez.

Los Sentimientos Son Parte De La Vida Y No Nacen Dentro De Ti Para Que Tu Los Encierres Bajo Siete Llaves

Odias la idea de no saber qué está pasando, de no poder hacer nada por evitarlo, de no ser tú. Tienes miedo de no llevar las riendas, de que otro te domine a ti. Estás demasiado acostumbrado a ser tú el que lo sabe y lo controla todo. Pero a veces, sabes... –añadió Jack con una sonrisa, dirigiendo una tierna mirada a Victoria–, no es tan malo dejarse llevar.

Fins i tot els homes més forts són vulnerables a les ferides de l'esperit.

Me siento como un náufrago rescatado por un tiburón. Sabes que, mientras sigas prendido a su aleta, no te ahogarás, pero en cualquier momento puede darse la vuelta y darte una dentellada... y temes y odias al tiburón, porque dependes de él, porque no pueden abandonarlo, pero lo siento, amigo, no había amables delfines cerca para salvarte. Esto es todo lo que hay. Muerte y dolor.

It's just . . . You never think it can happen to you. And then when it does, you know anything can happen to you." She

She'd been played all along. Once again, the dumb blonde. "Marco

And he made her a lot of things but not uncomfortable. Nervous, maybe. Lustful, yes. Sometimes even a little stupid. But not uncomfortable.

Her friend Alex would have had a gun in her purse. Elaina would disable the guy with a few martial arts moves. But Mia didn't own a gun—much less carry one—and she couldn't fight her way out of a paper bag.

It was wounded pride. The only thing worse than throwing herself at him was clinging to him afterward and pressuring him to feel things he didn't. Dani

Solo comprendiendo al niño que vive en nuestro interior, podemos acceder a la verdadera dimensión de nuestras falencias y nuestros miedos, y desde esa realidad emocional, ver qué recursos tenemos para mejorar nuestra vida de adultos. Es indispensable comprender que dependemos de nuestra realidad emocional. Y que tendremos que encontrar la propia voz para nombrarla.

You were afraid to look up because you felt your face might be seen from above.

Only the Laundry Knew How Scared I Was

With only hook latches for locks, Louise took to sitting by the front door on an apple box with a rolling pin in her hand, ready to brain any prowlers who might threaten her children.

In a single, silent moment, his rage, his fear, his humiliation and helplessness, had fallen away. That morning, he believed, he was a new creation. Softly, he wept.

There's danger as well as strength in friendship.

Its been six weeks," he murmured. "Six weeks I've wanted you. I know how you move, and how the sunlight makes a shadow on the curve of your cheek, and the shape of your ear." He chucked harshly then turned his head on the pillow to look at her. "I'm dying," he said. He dropped his fist against his chest. "Right here, you're killing me.

Dost though even know what would become of me? Thou dost not." She exhaled sharply. "Friends would disown me. It is our way. I would be alone!" "No," he said unexpectedly. He turned and held his hand to her, palm upward, empty, a simple masculine offering. "Maddygirl. With... me .