Quotes About Vulnerability

Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we're not alone.

Don't go away. I don't want to be alone. I can't stand being alone.

why won't they leave me alone? don't they realize I have a tinder heart and a paper body and that any spark will turn me straight to ash?

I only bleed when I'm all alone

I need someone. I need to hold somebody close. And I need more than this holding. I need someone to understand how I feel at a time like now. And the understanding must be part of the holding.

Nothing makes us more vulnerable than loneliness except greed.

Being alone onstage is like legalized insanity.

I mean, look at us. We're all alone in my bedroom and I'm not feeling any urge to make any kinda move on you. That's a pretty big problem.

I'm fiercely independent, but I'm also terrified of being alone.

Sleeping alone seemed unnatural to me, and pitiful, something done in hospitals or when you're contagious.

You've gotten so caught up in being alone that you're afraid of what might happen if you actually find someone else that can take you away from it.

A lot of fairy tales are thinly disguised hostility raps against parents. Kids know that they can't make it on their own, that if they were left alone, they would die.

Every couple has two stories - the edited one to be shared from the couch and the unabridged version best left alone.

To a shameful extent, the charm of marriage boils down to how unpleasant it is to be alone.

I am not the most courageous guy in the world outside of the court. Being alone in the dark is something I don't like.

I've found that if ultimately, if you truly pour your heart into what you believe in, even if it makes you vulnerable, amazing things can and will happen.

Feel the wounded heart that's underneath the addiction, self-loathing, or anger.

We manufacture anger to give ourselves the illusion of power when we feel weak and helpless.

Whenever she felt like crying, she would instead become angry—at someone else or at herself—which meant that it was rare for her to shed tears.

There was nothing glancing or sidling about the way he looked at you. He looked right through your eyes, right into you, as a man looks at you who is willing for you to look right into him.

No matter what laws or governments say, men can only know and come to care for one another by meeting face to face, arduously, and by the willing loss of comfort.

But all those who were there, if they had lived past childhood, had twice in this world, first and last, been as helpless as a little child.

By their ignorance people enfranchise their exploiters.

It is not that we want to deceive... but with other people we cannot help our human condition of obscurity. We are not wholly there for them, nor they for us. We are simply not able to be so. Nor should we be. No human occasion calls for our total presence, even were it within our power to offer it.