Quotes About Vulnerability

I was going to be in therapy for a long, long time. I wasn't even a sentence yet. But I had some syllables, some new sounds. The first halves of the sentences I was accumulating were solid. I trusted them.

I stand there for a moment, resting my head on his chest and breathing him in. I wish I were bold enough to kiss him in public.

At least I have the modesty to admit that lack of modesty is one of my failings.

I think I'm afraid to be happy because whenever I get too happy, something bad always happens. —Charlie Brown

It isn't always easy to bear your soul to perfect strangers, harder still, sometimes, to do so to loved ones.

For a long time, I felt like I was living a closeted life, hiding what seemed most real to me from the rest of the world...I feel incredibly grateful to all those who have entrusted me with their own deeply personal stories of creative awakening.

He'd wanted to accompany her, but both of them knew it'd be smarter for him to stay home. In other words, neither of them trusts me. And who can really blame them? The last time they both went away together, a stalker broke into our house, our basement turned into a scene out of Fright Night , and I nearly gave my boyfriend a concussion.

Ever since what happened last fall, my dad has made a feeble though still earnest attempt at safeguarding our place. He's put stickers on all the windows and poked yard signs into the lawn, both of which claim that we have a security system (we don't). He's also installed motion-detector lights that go on and off pretty much whenever they feel like it.

Dispelling fear. Taming what was scary not by hiding it, not by blocking it or burying it, not by keeping it secret, but

One is the loneliest number. Never put all your eggs in one basket.

It was like when your car spins out on an icy road, and your senses turn up so high that time seems to slow because you notice everything, and you just sit in your spinning car waiting, waiting to see if you're, going to die. He couldn't loos at her because every sense and every fraction of a moment and every atom of his body was being in love with her. It was weird.

It was like when your car spins out on an icy road, and your senses turn up so high that time seems to slow because you notice everything, and you just sit in your spinning car waiting, waiting to see if you're going to die. He couldn't look at her because every sense and every fraction of a moment and every atom of his body was being in love with her. It was weird.

tiny human whose fate and future is entirely in your hands, who trusts you to know what's good and right and then to be able to make that happen. You never have enough information. You don't get to see the future. And if you screw up, if with your incomplete, contradictory information you make the wrong call, well, nothing less

Date someone who sleeps instead, someone who thinks slowly and deeply and talks in words that don't need to be memorized from flash cards.

You have to tell. It can't be a secret. Secrets make everyone alone.

It's easier to floss with barbed wire than admit you like someone in middle school.

I breathe in slowly. Food is life. I exhale, take another breath. Food is life. And that's the problem. When you're alive, people can hurt you. It's easier to crawl into a bone cage or a snowdrift of confusion. It's easier to lock everybody out. But it's a lie.

It's easier to floss with barbed wire than admit you like someone in middle school.

Write about the emotions you fear the most.

I breathe in slowly. Food is life. I exhale, take another breath. Food is life. And that's the problem. When you're alive, people can hurt you. It's easier to crawl into a bone cage or a snowdrift of confusion. It's easier to lock everybody out. But it's a lie.

We need to find the humility to admit that we are indeed powerless and helpless so we can take the first steps in finding ways to heal. – Dr. Thomas Demaria

The gift of empathy opens us up when the tendency to shut down and turn away from the world is often at its greatest.

Out here on the water, it's a fine line between feeling in control and losing it altogether.

Soul-to-soul contact sweeps through, like a tsunami, leaving in its wake just this: unconditional surrender and overwhelming gentleness.