Quotes About Vulnerability

For me, reading that scene never fails to bring on a brief, scalding instant of recognition in recalling exactly what it was like to be a tiny little kid, your whole sense of being so lumpy and vulnerable that the smallest things were everything, and the everything could be so unspeakably wonderful, and the wonderful could be snatched away in an instant, leaving a big ragged hole in your universe just like the one in Laura's dress.

Ein jüngerer, intelligent aussehender Mann mit langem Haar fragte mich, ob Filmen, bzw. Gefilmtwerden, Schaden anrichten könne, ob es eine Person vernichten könne. In meinem Herzen war die Antwort ja, aber ich sagte nein.

In mir wühlte eine Verlassenheit, wie Termiten in einem gefallenen Baumstamm.

their vulnerabilities, while different, may be profound.

she shivered and flushed. When she was pregnant

I was struck with the consuming terror that the miser must feel for his hoard. It was so vulnerable.

accustomed to lure him into speaking of himself. But she put them far less spontaneously, far less adroitly, than usual. Her one all-absorbing anxiety in entering that room was not an anxiety to be trifled with.

Forgive me, dear Mr. Troy! I am very unhappy, and very unreasonable—but I am only a woman, and you must not expect too much from me.

Don't doubt my courage, Walter, it's my weakness that cries, not me.

What lurking temptations to forbidden tenderness find their hiding-places in a woman's dressing-gown, when she is alone in her room at night! With

Bana uyku ilac?m? verip gittin. Seni görünce bir an cesaretimi kaybeder gibi oldum. Kendi kendime Bana sevgiyle bakarsa ona ne yapm?? olduÄŸumu söyleyeceÄŸim ve b?rakaca??m beni kurtars?n. Ama sen yüzüme bile bakmad?n, yaln?zca ilaca bak?yordun. Ben de hiçbir ÅŸey söylemeden gitmene izin verdim.

Nobody loves a policeman until he needs one.

WARNING! Life leads to old age, illness and death.

It is not necessary to dig one's own grave. There are always others willing to dig it for you.' It's an old Cantonese proverb.

Shame is Prides cloke.

INFANT SORROW    My mother groaned, my father wept:    Into the dangerous world I leapt,    Helpless, naked, piping loud,    Like a fiend hid in a cloud.    Struggling in my father's hands,    Striving against my swaddling-bands,    Bound and weary, I thought best    To sulk upon my mother's breast.

My mother groand! my father wept. Into the dangerous world I leapt: Helpless, naked, piping loud; Like a fiend hid in a cloud. Struggling in my fathers hands: Striving against my swaddling bands: Bound and weary I thought best To sulk upon my mothers breast.

I dried my tears, and armed my fears With ten-thousand shields and spears

As I write this I feel that draining, hollowing helplessness that genuine love for another person produces in you. It's at these moments that we know we are going to die. Only with Freya, Stella and Gail. Only three. Better than none.

The wounded, the incomplete, the unbalanced, the malfunctioning, the ill seek each other out: like attracted to like.

As I write this I feel that draining hollowing helplessness that genuine love for another person produces in you. It's at these moments that we know we are going to die.

I feel that draining, hollowing helplessness that genuine love for another person produces in you. It's at these moments that we know we are going to die.

And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks of her dress in a strange bedroom-- feels the autumn dropping its silk and linen leaves about her ankles. The tawdry veined body emerges twisted upon itself like a winter wind.

It is as though you looked down from above at me—not with what they would describe as pride but the same that is in me: a sort of shame that the world should see you as I see you, a somewhat infantile creature— without subtlety— defenseless.