Quotes About Vulnerability

Sometimes our little human splashings are not enough. However hard we try, however strong our heroic human wills (and us humans have such a capacity, such a heroic capacity for believing that the impossible might be possible), sometimes our ridiculously puny human arms are too weak. Sometimes the world is just too big for us, the hurricane too wild, the sea so huge, that it wears out even the bravest of hearts, the strongest of wills.

Uh-oh, thought Hiccup, who was an intelligent boy. This person wants to kill me.

Everything, you see, is frightened of something

Människohjärtan kan krossas, läka och börja slå igen... Kanske är drakhjärtan likadana?

I understood how easily and how quickly things could be snatched away.

Aren't we all just looking for someone to talk about everything with? Someone worth the effort of telling our stories and opinions to, whose stories and opinions we actually want to hear?

I had the fleeting thought then that we are each of us pathetic in one way or another, and the trick is to marry a person whose patheticness you can tolerate.

Was this what marriage was, the slow process of getting to know another individual far better than was advisable? Sometimes [his] gestures and inflections were so mercilessly familiar that it was as if he were an extension of me, an element of my own personality over which I had little control.

Something inside me clenched. So often, people let you down; so often, situations turn out disappointingly. But occasionally someone recognizes, acknowledges, your private and truest self.

Why would I want to stew in my aloneness?" "Because you're scared." "What am I scared of?" "Getting hurt. Knowing another person really well and another person knowing you really well. Feelings you can't make fun of. Interactions that go on for long enough that they maybe turn a little awkward or a little tedious instead of ending after ten minutes with a zinger.

When I think of Henry and Oliver and Mike, I feel as if they are three different models - templates, almost - and I wonder if they are the only three in the world: the man who is with you completely, the man who is with you but not with you, the man who will get as close to you as he can without ever becoming yours. It would be arrogant to claim no other dynamics exist just because I haven't experienced them, but I have to say that I can't imagine what they are. I hope that I am wrong.

Only part you have to apologize for is getting me all horned up and then passing out, but I'll take a rain check

See, I always forget this about you, he says, and even now, long after we first lost our privacy, I can't help wondering who's overhearing him. Every decade, you like to pin me to the ground, pull open my mouth, and take a sh** right into it.

It was one thingfor a person who didn't really know me to act distant, but it was quite another for someone to get to know me and then back away.

Puteam continua sa fiu vechea Lee, cea buna si incompetenta, Lee cea draguta si plina de fisuri, un Labrador flocos si auriu, care nu poate sta departe de nicio balta si se tot intoarce acasa cu blana uda si mirosind neplacut.

There are two kinds of marriages: the ones where you're privy to how messy they are, and the ones where you're not.

But sometimes speaking is so hard! It's like standing still, then sprinting.

It was one thing for a person who didn't really know me to act distant, but it was quite another for someone to get to know me and then to back away.

I will not be the one it happens to - this is what we all believe, what we must believe to make our way in the world each day. Someone else. Not me. But every once in a while it is you, or someone close enough that it might as well be you. People to whom a terrible thing has never happened trust fate, the notion that what's meant to be will be; the rest of us know better.

There are two kinds of marriages," Barbara said. "The ones where you're privy to how messy they are, and the ones where you're not.

Go home, put on a pretty dress, some heels, and some lipstick, flirt with him, flatter him, and never forget how insecure men are. It's because they take themselves far too seriously.

So often, people let you down; so often, situations turn out disappointingly. But occasionally someone recognizes, acknowledges, your private and truest self.

Early on, I'd occasionally wept in private after seeing an abused child. But quickly my tears had come to seem not just unprofessional but self-indulgent.

Ils sont tous ivres morts dice de Foxâ a bassa voce, stringendomi il braccio. Je commence à avoir peur. Allora io gli dico: Non mostrare di aver paura, per l'amor di Dio! Se si accorgono che hai paura, sono capaci di offendersi. Non sono cattivi: ma quando hanno bevuto, diventano come bambini. Non sono cattivi, lo so, dice de Foxâ son come bambini. Ma io ho paura dei bambini.