Quotes About Vulnerability

Throughout my career I've lived in constant fear that I wouldn't be good enough, that I'd have nothing to say, that I'd be laughed at, humiliated—and I'm old enough to know that fear will follow me to the very last word I'll ever write. As

surface my wife's most vicious

not being able to tell me anything about themselves, they were telling me everything.

I love you. I worn' about you. I wonder whether I tell you enough how I love you and want you and need you and how I am diminished and afraid when you are not with me and how I am multiplied when you are here." His

Trust is extremely fragile, and although building it can take extensive amounts of time over the course of many personal interactions, it can be destroyed (withdrawn) within seconds.

You--cannot ever be certain of those you love--that they will not hurt you, even loving you. But to make me certain to love you, will be to take away any love I might give you freely.

You can't fight me." Tearle reminded him harshly. "I know." In the placid light, his face looked chilled and very weary. "But I can die.

Gyre did not comment. She glanced at him, found an odd open, rueful expression on his face, as if he were looking inside and found himself lacking. It was unusual, she thought; his confidence seemed always unassailable. No one is unassailable, he said, shifting a branch in the fire with his bare hand. Then he turned his head quickly to meet her cold eye. I'm sorry. My thoughts were drifting; they floated into yours." Anchor them, she suggested drily. "I will try.

For the longest second imaginable, my mind was a black hole, as if my emotions had sucked away the rational part of my brain and left a cavernous skull full of nothing but fear. I can remember that terror now, and can visualize the scene as if in a photograph: emerald-green pasture, black-and-white Luke in full stride just where he ought to be, and a white bullet of doom streaking across the grass toward him.

Kao pobije?eni revolucionar napustila je svoje seksualne barikade. Nešto se u njoj slomilo, nježno, tiho i nevoljko, i zagnjurila je lice u udubljenje izme?u mog ramena i uha, ne opiru?i se. Bio sam veoma uznemiren njenom neobi?nom nježnoš?u i tiho sam joj pri?ao ni o ?emu naro?itom dok nije zaspala u mom naru?ju.

All my life I've wanted to tell people I love them. Fear usually held me back, that they wouldn't care, or they wouldn't hear, or they would take too much from me once they knew.

I'm afraid of sympathy as if it were a collar, tightening.

Was life, were human relations like this always, Therese wondered. Never solid ground underfoot. Always like gravel, a little yielding, noisy so the whole world could hear, so one always listened, too, for the loud, harsh step of the intruder's foot.

Even the pearl at her earlobe looked alive, like a drop of water that a touch might destroy.

Carol wanted her with her, and whatever happened they would meet it without running. How was it possible to be afraid and in love, Therese thought. The two things did not go together. How was it possible to be afraid, when the two of them grew stronger together every day? And every night. Every night was different, and every morning. Together they possessed a miracle.

Was life, were human relations like this always, Therese wondered. Never solid ground underfoot. Always like gravel, a little yielding, noisy so the whole world could hear, so one always listened, too, for the loud, harsh step of the intruder's foot.

My mistake was in telling a stranger my private business.

Finally, Carol said in a tone of hopelessness, 'Darling, can I ask you to forgive me?' The tone hurt Therese more than the question. 'I love you, Carol.

You're about as weak as a match. Carol held it burning for a moment after she lighted her cigarette. But given the right conditions, you could burn a house down, couldn't you?

When Cade entered a while later, he found her sitting stiffly in the rocking chair, a sleepy Serena on her lap cuddling her doll. Lily's eyes were blank and full of pain as they met his, and Cade seemed to feel her anguish spilling into him. He was an outsider, a man who never got close to anyone, but somehow this woman had got inside of him. He didn't like the feeling, but there wasn't anything he could do about it now. Jack's

Cade, this is foolish. I look like a beached whale. Allow me some decency. Instead, Cade flung the covers to the floor and straddled her legs, leaning over to rest his ear against her stomach. I think he speaks Apache, but I can't understand a word he says. Lily laughed softly and tried to push him away.

Talk About Your Own Mistakes First

When we talk about our mistakes, it makes us human.

Commitment is not sustained by confusion but by insight. The person who is uninformed or confused will inevitably be unstable and vulnerable in action, thought and feeling.