Quotes About Vulnerability

I know you will laugh at me, he replied, but I really can't exhibit it. I have put too much of myself into it.

The reason we all like to think so well of others is that we are all afraid for ourselves.

Complex people waste half their strength in trying to conceal what they do. Is it any wonder they should always come to grief?

She is very clever, too clever for a woman. She lacks the indefinable charm of weakness. It is the feet of clay that make the gold of the image precious. Her feet are very pretty, but they are not feet of clay. White porcelain feet, if you like. They have been through the fire, and what fire does not destroy, it hardens. She has had experiences.

Dünyan?n en güçlü insan? bile olsan, sevdiÄŸine kar?? kaybedersin.

love is not safe

But he felt afraid of him, and ashamed of being afraid. Why had it been left for a stranger to reveal him to himself?

It is not the perfect, but the imperfect, who have need of love. It is when we are wounded by our own hands that love should come to cure us—else what use is love at all?

Kobiety broni? si?, atakuj?c, a atakuj?, ust?puj?c nagle w najmniej spodziewanym momencie.

But the world might guess it; and I will not bare my soul to their shallow, prying eyes. My heart shall never be put under their microscope. There is too much of myself in the thing, Harry--too much of myself!

And besides, we lovers fear everything

All right, boy, skewer me. I've dropped my defenses, I'm an easy victim. Why, by now Your arrows practically know their own way to the target And feel less at home in their quiver than in me.

A new idea is delicate. It can be killed by a sneer or a yawn.

Love is no assignment for cowards.

Love is a child and naked; he has years that know no meanness, and he has no clothes, so that he is open in his ways.

It is difficult to understand those whom one does not hate, for then one is unarmed, one has nothing with which to penetrate into their being.

When it comes to letting the world in on the secrets of his heart, he has about as much shrinking reticence as a steam calliope.

I'm not absolutely certain of my facts, but I rather fancy it's Shakespeare - or if not, it's some equally brainy bird - who says that it's always when a fellow is feeling particularly braced with things in general that Fate sneaks up behind him with the bit of lead piping.

Neferet fell smack on her butt.

I felt like I was hobbling, like one oof the old crones from Act I of Macbeth - God knows my hair felt scraggy enough that I must have looked the part.

You have no reason to show shame. Sometimes our spirit weeps. When it does you must work at comforting it, and then healing it.

Yet as he stared into Stevie Rae's soft blue eyes, what he saw was a whole new world—a world in which this strange little red vampyre meant heart and soul and truth.

But, Venus, isn't that just part of love?" Pea asked gently. "You have to be vulnerable to truly be loved.

It was like she could see his heart through his eyes, and it was clear that she was breaking it—breaking him.