Quotes About Vulnerability

Flaws would not only bring death but, far worse, humiliation.

Terrible things can happen when you're overtired. I was overtired the night your father proposed.

Your love holds you for the first time in his arms and you think, How perfect, how splendid, but then, when your love isn't your love any more, you think only, I let him touch me, how horrid, how vile.

What are you so afraid oft Fezzik raised his great head and managed to look at them. Getting water up my nose, he whispered. I hate it so much. And then he buried his head again.

I knew I wasn't about to bawl again. Like Buttercup's, my heart was now a secret garden and the walls were very high.

All of us are beggars here.

Once I said to my father, 'Why do you want me?' I still think that's the bravest thing I've ever done.

Shadows fell on them like predators as the light went out.

he had known that the endless space below him that stretched out like a maw was exactly that: a mouth the size of the world, straining to swallow him.

A thorn defends the rose, harming only those who would steal the blossom.

When responsiveness is coupled with openness, though, intimacy can develop quickly.

If you attempt to build intimacy with a person before you've done the hard work of becoming a whole and healthy person, every relationship will be an attempt to complete the hole in your heart and the lack of what you don't have. That relationship will end in disaster."[1]

Loving someone so deeply was dangerous. It made you too vulnerable.

Every person has a heart, but we're not always lucky enough to get a glimpse of it. And every heart, even the hardest, has a fragile spot. If you hit it there, it shatters.

Love was full of contradictions. Sometimes the person you loved weakened you and sometimes he or she made you a stronger person.

Who held his cries in until red swam behind his eyelids like bleeding stars.

To upset the delicate axis of giving and receiving on which our lives are held precarious.

I learned a new fact about love that day: it could kill. Sometimes it could kill instantaneously.

people look down on a woman without education. She has few options. To survive, she is forced to put up with ill-treatment. She must depend on the kindness of strangers, an unsure thing. I do not want that for you

Weeping is not bad. It clears out the heart, making space in it for growth.

For the first time I admit I am giving myself to love. Not the worship I offered the Old One, not the awe I felt for the spices. But human love, all tangled up, at once giving and demanding and pouting and ardent. It frightens me, the risk of it. And I see that the risk lies not in what I always feared, the anger of the spices, their desertion. The true risk is that I will somehow lose this love.

Ram wasn't shy about telling me what pleased him, and he asked me what I liked until I overcame my shyness and answered. Bedtime became at once exciting and joyful, a secret gift I looked forward to all day while we went about our separate duties—his as heir-apparent, mine as new bride.

She says, Why are you attracted to self-sabotage? I don't know, Dr. Berger. Is it because it takes less courage to hurt oneself than to hurt others?

I'd never bared my soul to Krishna in this way. I was afraid he would laugh at me. Still, I said, "When I thought you had died, I wanted to die, too." Krishna gazed into my eyes. Was it love I saw in his face? If so, it was different in kind from all the loves I knew. Or perhaps the loves I'd known had been something different, and this alone was love.