Quotes About Vulnerability

For many years I didn't have health insurance.

In the mornings I awoke with salty crust of tears around my eyes--my grief struggling to surface when I was in my weakest, lost in sleep. But by day I would not allow myself to feel. My misery was muted; it had to be. If I faced it in earnest, I would truly drown.

For if there is ever a moment when we are most vulnerable, it's when we're closest to the idea of the attained desire, and thus farthest from ourselves, which is when we'll tread through any flame.

And perhaps most I loved this about her, her helpless way, love it still, how she can't hide a single thing, that she looks hurt when she is hurt, seems happy when happy. That I know at every moment the precise place where she stands. What else can move a man like me, who would find nothing as siren or comforting?

Someone who doesn't take herself too seriously and can be a goofball. Because everyone's a nerd inside, I don't care how cool you are.

I've seen it before, what mothers and daughters can do to one another during those terrible adolescent years. Grief must be at the bottom of it, for what is sadder for a parent than seeing her daughter shedding girlhood drop by precious drop? And what is more terrifying for a child than to doubt her mother, to begin to see her as a human with faults instead of as a goddess?

The sweetest part of being a couple is sharing your life with someone else. But my life, evidently, had not been good enough to share.

Eric was holding my hands, and I was digging my nails into him like we were doing something else. He won't mind, I though, as I realized I'd drawn blood. And sure enough, he didn't. "Let go," he advised me, and I loosened my grip on his hands. "No, not of me," he said smiling. "You can hold on to me as long as you want.

Apricot in Red Wine" for Alicia She lay wrapped in a soft-white blanket, imagining how warm it would be–her back against his chest, their bodies curved around each other. She has this addicting idea that his thumbs will fit perfectly into the groove of her hips–his breath on her neck. Leading him by the hand to her bedroom, she silently lets him undress her, promising to be quiet, to be quiet enough that no one will hear Her naked soul

Prudence and insight often conceal a tepid, weak heart.

He who defends everything," Frederick the Great used to admonish his generals, "defends nothing.

You'll have your heart cut out with a grapefruit knife; love does that. You won't have a chance against me until you're very old, if then.

Her smile is slight, like that of a little girl, and the eyes often small as if she is peering through a gun slit at a disappointing world. The hands are callused from work and rough when they touch and she is very strong. Once she grabs me from behind, puts on a choke hold and I begin to go black into unconsciousness. Then she giggles and releases her hold and light floods back into my brain and I marvel at her strength and caprice.

I don't care how tough you are or how tough you think you are, if they want you you're theirs. It's usually your best friend that walks up to you talking about a football bet and you're gone. Like Giancana got it frying eggs and sausages in olive oil with an old friend he trusted. This

Fear me not: the space that severs us is small, and visible succour is distant. You believe yourself completely in my power; that you stand upon the brink of ruin. Such are your groundless fears. I cannot lift a finger to hurt you. Easier it would be to stop the moon in her course than to injure you. The power that protects you would crumble my sinews, and reduce me to a heap of ashes in a moment, if I were to harbour a thought hostile to your safety.

A woman has to have something on or there's nothing to take off.

There is something about writing poetry that brings a man close to the cliff's edge.

I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.

A smartphone links patients' bodies and doctors' computers, which in turn are connected to the Internet, which in turn is connected to any smartphone anywhere. The new devices could put the management of an individual's internal organs in the hands of every hacker, online scammer, and digital vandal on Earth.

To dare to live alone is the rarest courage since there are many who had rather meet their bitterest enemy in the field, than their own hearts in their closet.

A man's true character comes out when he's drunk.

Hair is vitally personal to children. They weep vigorously when it is cut for the first time; no matter how it grows, bushy, straight or curly, they feel they are being shorn of a part of their personality.

Tu cuerpo desnudo debería pertenecer sólo a aquel que se enamore de tu alma desnuda

Meanwhile, back in the real world, my first instinct is a sort of stupid ducking motion I've learned from the movies, and I have the sure sense I'm going to be shot in the neck, where I feel particularly exposed and vulnerable.