Quotes About Vulnerability

Before that she hadn't realized how fragile happiness was, how if you were careless, you could knock it over and shatter it. Anything her mother wanted, she had promised. As long as she would stay. She had been so afraid.

Before that she hadn't realized how fragile happiness was, how if you were careless, you could knock it over and shatter it.

To the others it was just another photo, but to them it was unbearably intimate, like catching a glimpse of your own naked body in a mirror.

As he began to speak, her cheeks went hot, as if she'd stepped into summer sun.

Sometimes, though, when he saw her squatting in the corner of the playground, head leaning against the chain-link fence, he turned away, so she wouldn't have to pretend to be brave. To let her be alone with her grief, or whatever heavier thing she'd put on top to hold it down.

Before that she hadn't realized how fragile happiness was, how if you were careless, you could knock it over and shatter

Anger is fear's bodygurad.

Anger is fear's bodyguard

she would grow up to be, and you saw them all simultaneously, like a 3-D image. It made your head spin. It was a place you could take refuge, if you knew how to get in. And each time you left it, each time your child passed out of your sight, you feared you might never be able to return to that place again.

If she cries . . . it won't be tears. It will be little drops of blood.

In the rearview mirror she caught a glimpse of her reflection, and instead of being embarrassed to see herself stripped so naked and vulnerable, she admired the pale gleam of her own skin against the white of her bra.

She suggested we 'crouch' buck nekkid on the bed or a dresser and leap out at him from the shadows. Now, my husband can't see all that well in the dark. I think if he comes into a darkened bedroom and finds 140 pounds of cellulite hurtling through space at him, he's going to run like the devil.

I have shared my whole life. My private and my show business life. It helps me actually to feel my songs and to go on with my dreams.

Ac?lar? dev aynas?nda büyüten rezil bir hassasiyetim var.

D?? dünyayla münasebetlerim bir fahi?eninkine benziyordu. Hissetmeden veriyordum kendimi. Ya?amadan veriyordum.

Tu seras aimé le jour où tu pourras montrer tes faiblesses sans que l'autre s'en serve pour augmenter sa force.

Serás amado el día en que puedas mostrar tu debilidad sin que el otro se sirva de esta para afirmar su fuerza

Tutt'al più commuoversi sugli altri,mai su se stesso. To pity others perhaps, never to pity one's self. Be touched by others, don't be touched by yourself

Kako imati poverenja u jednu osobu koja se ne usu?uje da ti poveri ceo život, sve svoje dane i sve svoje no?i?

Reizen heeft iets geweldadigs, het dwingt je om vreemden te vertrouwen, en de geborgenheid van huis en vrienden achter te laten.

When we are afraid of ourselves and afraid of the seeming threat the world presents, then we become extremely selfish. We want to build our own little nests, our own cocoons, so that we can live by ourselves in a secure way.

There is a very dangerous tendency to lean on one another as we tread the path. If a group of people leans one upon the other, then if one should happen to fall down, everyone falls down. So we do not lean on anyone else. We just walk with each other, side by side, shoulder to shoulder.

If you search for awakened heart, if you put your hand through your rib cage and feel for it, there is nothing there except for tenderness. You feel sore and soft, and if you open your eyes to the rest of the world, you feel tremendous sadness.

I've never really apologised to her for that specifically, mostly because I didn't know how to apologise for my brain not working. I can't see girls being cool with... "Hey, sorry about my brain not working right; that things is nuts sometimes. I know I might have confused you, but my brain confused me too. Anyhoo...just letting you know that was why! Hugs!" I mean, I'd be willing to try it once...but just for the story, really.