Quotes About Vulnerability

Before I knew you, I thought brave was not being afraid. You've taught me that bravery is being terrified and doing it anyway.

Before I knew you, I thought brave was not being afraid. You've taught me that bravery is being terrified and doing it anyway.

Maybe they know what I know, that the true way to a man's heart is six inches of metal between his ribs. Sometimes four inches will do the job, but to be really sure, I like to have six.

I used to tremble from nerves so badly that the only way I could hold my head steady was to lower my chin practically to my chest and look up at Bogie. That was the beginning of The Look.

Maybe it's our bodies' way of telling us we were meant to be. Or maybe I, like, cuddle raped him or something.

She's the only girl who's ever broken my heart, and it's a very weird, uncomfortable feeling for me. I like to be the one doing the heartbreaking. Well, not really. No one ever likes to break someone's heart, but sometimes it has to be done.

If there's one thing I've realized, it's that you have to be honest. Even if you're scared, even if you're worried that you're going to get your heart stomped on, even if you think that the truth is going to ruin everything, you have to put it out there. Because otherwise, you're fucked.

When people start liking people, that's when someone has the ability to get hurt.

I couldn't tell you how I felt before talking to Ava, and I felt like I couldn't talk to Ava until she got back. But then last night, there you where, and you looked so beautiful, and I couldn't stop myself anymore. But I shouldn't have done it, I should have stopped it, I should have put you first. I was trying to do the right thing, but all I did was fuck everything up. With you, with Ava, with your friendship...

He smiled and cut her off, he felt very secure, safe, out of reach; she could threaten him but she could not find him. All she could do was call and beg and bully, but that was only because he allowed her this luxury of contact. If he chose to, he could disappear entirely, and as soon as he had executed his plan that's exactly what he would do. Wait until it has all played out, he told himself, wait for the money and the big finale and then be gone.

Listen, I'm bossy. I can't help it. It's who I am and what I do. I'm pushy and I like to take over. But I'm going to work really hard not to do so much and your going to try and accept me the way I am. Flaws and all. Because I'm good in bed and I can carry heavy things and reach all the high shelves.

That's love. Real love is scary. Because you know what you stand to lose.

Nina, before you i never spent the night with women. I had sex and left. I didn't bring them here. They served a purpose and it was a body-to-body thing. You are everything. Body, soul, heart to my body, soul and heart. You're it. We're it.

That's love. A part of what makes it so awesome is the level of real, true intimacy, and the risk you take by opening yourself up that way to someone who has the power to gut you.

He knew he'd be back, because he had a bit of a like on for the very charming, blushing Elise. Like was a good thing between two single adults. Especially if it entailed naked and horizontal moments.

Do you feel like he sees all your cracks and breaks and accepts them? Because that's what you should demand. You're worth that sort of understanding. You get to move on. You have every right to do that.

You're ballsy, Nats. Jeez." "Pfft. Why do men say that? Balls? If you kick them or bump them or they get cold or too warm, you guys go down for the count. I say I have vagina. Way tougher than balls. Though it does hurt to get kicked there.

Pfft. Why do men say that? Balls? If you kick them or bump them or they get cold or too warm, you guys go down for the count. I say I have vagina. Way tougher than balls. Though it does hurt to get kicked there.

The thought of having to accumulate a new history with someone makes me feel uneven, as if my legs are two different lengths.

After a certain amount of time with someone, crisis is an aphrodisiac.

You don't have to call it 'the apartment,' " I say, suddenly uncomfortably aware that I am standing next to our bed half naked and about to be abandoned by my sort-of-ex-husband whom I probably should not have just slept with. "Just say, 'my apartment. I have to get back to my apartment.'

It's very easy to think you know someone... when life is calm and orderly. But people become their truest selves in emergencies.

Accidents illustrate that you have no control over your life, because from one moment to the next it could be taken away from you.

You didn't mind someone shutting out the world as long as they were happy to take you inside with them.