Quotes About Vulnerability

Cowards lower their eyes, but also the arms. (Les lâches baissent les yeux ; - Baissent aussi les bras.)

Love is so great that he has no clothe (L 'amour est si grand qu'il n' a de vêtement)

Sheep are under the bed, but the wolf is on the bed.

Sheep are under the bed, but the wolf is on the bed. (Les moutons sont sous le lit. Mais le loup est sur le lit)

The blind also cry. (Les aveugles aussi pleurent)

The killer feels invulnerable. In this, he is vulnerable. (Le tueur se croit invulnérable. En cela, il est vulnérable)

The sword of love pierces even the flesh. (L'épée de l'amour Transperce même la chair)

Never close your lips to those whom you have opened your heart.

Be wery careful o' widders all your life.

There is something in sickness that breaks down the pride of manhood.

The heavy rain beat down the tender branches of vine and jessamine, and trampled on them in its fury; and when the lightning gleamed, it showed the tearful leaves shivering and cowering together at the window, and tapping at it urgently, as if beseeching to be sheltered from the dismal night.

Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart.

We need never be ashamed of our tears.

To conceal anything from those to whom I am attached, is not in my nature. I can never close my lips where I have opened my heart.

And yet I have had the weakness, and have still the weakness, to wish you to know with what a sudden mastery you kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire.

It is because I think so much of warm and sensitive hearts, that I would spare them from being wounded.

Break their hearts my pride and hope, break their hearts and have no mercy.

One should never be ashamed to cry. Tears are rain on the dust of earth.

But, tears were not the things to find their way to Mr. Bumble's soul; his heart was waterproof.

Are tears the dewdrops of the heart?

for not an orphan in the wide world can be so deserted as the child who is an outcast from a living parent's love.

Man is but mortal; and there is a point beyond which human courage cannot extend.

Dios sabe que nunca hemos de avergonzarnos de nuestras lágrimas, porque son la lluvia que limpia el cegador polvo de la tierra que recubre nuestros corazones endurecidos.

My dear young lady, crime, like death, is not confined to the old and withered alone. The youngest and fairest are too often its chosen victims.