Quotes About Vulnerability

Crucifixion is an interesting thing. It is hard to do by yourself. In fact, it is impossible.

an aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick…

There's no theme, no moral to be learned, except for the knowledge that lightning can strike from a clear blue sky one morning and take away everything you've built, everything you've counted on, leaving wreckage and no meaning behind. It can happen to anyone, it can happen to you.

She feels ugly when she cries, like a tomato breaking open

The reason we don't want to feel is that feeling exposes the tragedy of our world and the darkness of our hearts.

change comes through brutal honesty and vulnerability before God. Only face to face with our deepest ruling passions is there hope of redeeming the fabric of our inner world.

The route to facing what we feel is not by devaluing the darkness of what we feel, but by valuing the deep structure of why we don't want to feel. Once we face why feeling is so hard, then we can move beyond what we feel to the deeper energy within us that keeps us from grappling honestly with our emotions. Then we will not only feel more deeply, but—more importantly—we will feel our feelings in a way that exposes our struggle with God.

The shattering [of shalom] moves us from a place of shalom to a place that is harsh and unrelenting. The shattering brings us a keen awareness that we are alone and in danger. We are on our own.

It is not presumptuous to ask, 'What is it that you see in me that brings you delight?

Snooping data was a lot like having indiscriminate sex—protection or no protection, sooner or later you caught something.

Michelangelo is the gold standard," Winston said with a chuckle, "brilliantly posing David in an effeminate contrapposto, his limp wrist casually holding a flaccid slingshot, conveying a feminine vulnerability. And yet David's eyes radiate a lethal determination, his tendons and veins bulging in anticipation of killing Goliath. The work is simultaneously delicate

I know you want to run, but I'm not going to let you. Sooner or later you need to start trusting someone.

Madness is an ostrich who sticks her head in the sand while a pack of hyenas closes in around her

brilliantly posing David in an effeminate contrapposto, his limp wrist casually holding a flaccid slingshot, conveying a feminine vulnerability. And yet David's eyes radiate a lethal determination, his tendons and veins bulging in anticipation of killing Goliath. The work is simultaneously delicate and deadly." Langdon was impressed with the description and wished his own students had as clear an understanding of Michelangelo's masterpiece.

Michelangelo is the gold standard," Winston said with a chuckle, "brilliantly posing David in an effeminate contrapposto, his limp wrist casually holding a flaccid slingshot, conveying a feminine vulnerability. And yet David's eyes radiate a lethal determination, his tendons and veins bulging in anticipation of killing Goliath. The work is simultaneously delicate and deadly.

Langdon felt a chill. This killer is here for both of us.

El miedo incapacita con mayor rapidez que ningún instrumento de guerra.

El miedo mutila con más rapidez que cualquier arma de guerra

Tak seorang pun yang lebih angkuh daripada orang yang percaya bahwa dirinya kebal dari marabahaya dunia.

I'm glad he's staying, the barmaid thought. Although she could take care of herself, witnessing how calmly this officer was dealing with these two brutes had left her a little weak-kneed and hoping he might stay until closing time.

No man is more prideful than he who believes himself immune to the dangers of the world.

The most vicious terrorists are not the people who build the bombs, but the influential leaders who fuel hatred among desperate masses, inspiring their foot soldiers to commit acts of violence. It takes only one powerful dark soul to wreak havoc in the world by inspiring spiritual intolerance, nationalism, or loathing in the minds of the vulnerable.

infant. There was no shame in being seen, no disgrace in being human.

Her head was on my shoulder and her breathing was so deep and regular that I thought her to be asleep. I was almost asleep myself when her warm hand slid up my leg and lightly cupped me. I was startled even as I began to stir and stiffen. Siri whispered an answer to my unasked question. "No, Merin, one is never really too old. At least not too old to want the warmth and closeness. You decide, my love. I will be content either way." I