Quotes About Vulnerability

She put her two hands over her ribs to hold her heart in place and also out of modesty to quiet its immodest thud.

God, how much easier it would be, I felt, if coming out were something that just happened to me . For queerness to seek me out, and not the other way around. To be a passive observer in my personal journey than to participate in my own life.

Quando avisto essa cambada, encolho-me, colo-me às paredes como um rato assustado. Como um rato, exatamente.

Life is dangerous, she thought. No one survives it.

He looked like a once-green leaf that had begun to dry and to reveal the structure of its veins.

somewhere under the rage, there's something human. barely.

Ok. Listen. I not know where all you morons come from but holy water no hurt Bigfoot. Garlic and Crucifix also no. Fire, Pitchfork, Silver Bullet OK. Cryptonite do nothing. It not even real. Please stop sending letters asking "What you vulnerability? What Bigfoot?" Like I tell. What next me bank account number? Why not you invest time in moving out of parent basement? Maybe have sex or something. Yes I be talking to you Steve. Youuu! Stalking is a crime Steve.

Pillow talk. It's how you know, it's how you tell, that something different, something special is happening: that this might even be the most important night of your life. Some day -some night- I hope you both may know it, with whoever it may be: the wish, stealing up on you, not to just merge bodies, but all you have, all your years, all your memories up to that point. And why should you wish to do that, if you haven't already guessed that your future too, will be shared?

When people aren't expecting to be seen, they look their truest.

As one Wharton dean explains, "The students call it Game Face: they feel pressured to look successful all the time. There can't be any chinks in their armor, and opening up would make them vulnerable.

Ma perché questo, Efix, dimmi, tu che hai girato il mondo: è da per tutto così? Perché la sorte ci stronca così, come canne? – Sì, – egli disse allora, – siamo proprio come le canne al vento, donna Ester mia. Ecco perché! Siamo canne, e la sorte è il vento.

siamo proprio come le canne al vento, donna Ester mia. Ecco perché! Siamo canne, e la sorte è il vento.

Has it occurred to you that he really does want to be close to you, and that sex is the only way he knows to be intimate with you? Most men are raised without intimacy of any kind. They don't talk with each other about

anything sensitive. They don't phone each other and ask how their day is going, as women often do. They don't go shopping together. For many men, sex is the only time they ever feel really close to anyone. It's not just about physical gratification. Consider the possibility that he's trying to feel closer to you, rather than just using you.

We (men) would rather lose an arm out a city bus window than tell you simply, "You're not the one." We are quite sure you will kill us or yourself or both—or even worse, cry and yell at us.

To express love openly is to leave yourself open to injury,

To express love openly is to leave yourself open to injury, which he could not take, not even slightly

I'm reaching out my hand. I hope you are too. I just want to be in the dark with you.

Perfection is my willingness to be less than perfect

I didn't cry when they buried my father - I wouldn't let myself. I didn't cry when they buried my sister. On Thursday night, with my family asleep upstairs, my eyes filled as Agassi and Marcos Baghdatis played out the fifth set of their moving second-round match.

She can see now (the baby has shown her) that to be in the world is to be in danger; and to move through the world is to be in a constantly shifting relationship with tragedy: we avoid it by a wide margin, or we narrowly escape it, or we feel it suddenly upon us, a thing too big and fast-moving to be outrun.

Good pictures. Tragedy and violence certainly make powerful images. It is what we get paid for.But there is a price extracted with every such frame: some of the emotion, the vulnerability, the empathy that makes us human, is lost every time the shutter is released.

All my fellows, why license is not deposed on the beautiful eyes of a beautiful lady? They fire at men like a bullet. They cut as surely as the sword.

the same law of physics applied to any injury, physical or emotional. If you babied it, it stiffened even more, spreading the pain through you. But if you yielded, if you were willing to endure the white-hot agony of making vulnerable what you sought to protect, you had a shot at releasing it.