Quotes About Vulnerability

Don't hide your goosebumps.

I was making love to this girl and she started crying. I said, "Are you going to hate yourself in the morning?" She said, "No, I hate myself now."

I suffer mornings most of all I feel so powerless and small By ten o'clock I'm back in bed Fighting the jury in my head

Sorry," he said, his voice thick and gruff. "It's morning and you're sitting on me. That's a combination meant to bring any man down.

Dear Friend: I have nearly died three times since morning.

Human life is just dangerous, in general. You know, waking up in the morning, you could get hit by a car. Wherever you go, you could choke on a fish bone and die. You never know.

It is astonishing just how much of what we are can be tied to the beds we wake up in in the morning, and it is astonishing how fragile that can be.

My mother would take the Band-Aid off, clean the wound, and say, "Things that are covered don't heal well." Mother was right. Things that are covered do not heal well.

The fastest way to break the cycle of perfectionism and become a fearless mother is to give up the idea of doing it perfectly - indeed to embrace uncertainty and imperfection.

In my childhood I always felt that I was treated unjustly, without a mother, sick, and with the threat of punishment in Hell hanging over my head

I was given away. If your mother gives you away, you think everybody who comes into your life is going to give you away.

I couldn't even go to the bathroom alone. My mother or a social worker always went with me.

We are all so broken. Pick up a person, shake them around and you'll hear the rattling of their broken pieces. Pieces our fathers broke, or our mothers, or our friends, strangers, or our loves.

I have found being a mother has made me emotionally raw in many situations. You heart is beating outside your body when you have a baby.

One word I had throughout the first year and a half of my mother's death was 'unmoored.' I felt that I had no anchor, that I had no home in the world.

You look invincible,' my mother said one night. I loved these times, when we seemed to feel the same thing. I turned to her, wrapped in my thin gown, and said: I am.

Just being a mother is making me a big, weepy mess.

When the lambs is lost in the mountain, he said. They is cry. Sometime come the mother. Sometime the wolf.

Dont hurt me,'Caine whispered. He didnt have the will to look up at her. Gaia laughed. "Have you seen Mother? I seem to have lost her.

When the mothers start to shatter, then everything just comes undone.

(Yes teenage boys who are fine always cry on their mothers' shoulders until they leave a snot trail.)

People need to be cautious because anything built by man can be destroyed by Mother Nature.

I'm often a crier and many things make me cry. I come from a crying family - my mother cries, my grandma used to cry. It was never shameful to cry. My father never told me men don't cry.

I thought how tenuous the links were between mother and children between friends family things you think are eternal. Everything could be lost more easily than anyone could imagine.