Quotes About Vulnerability

I wanted to warn my husbands that one couldn't depend on a man who plucked frailty and desire so easily out of his heart. How could he have compassion for the faults of others, or understand their need?

Trying to show you something. The stick—it scared you, right? It may even have hurt you, if you hadn't been so quick. But look—in trying to burn you, it's consuming itself. That's what happens to a heart—

Such is the seduction of love: it makes you not want to think too much. It makes you unwilling to question the one you love.

So, when you sit in the saddle on your fickle horse, you feel completely exposed and gentle. If you feel aggressive, you don't have a good seat. In fact, you are probably not even riding the horse.

The ideal of warriorship is that the warrior should be sad and tender, and because of that, the warrior can be very brave as well.

Real fearlessness is the product of tenderness. It comes from letting the world tickle your heart, your raw and beautiful heart. You are willing to open up, without resistance or shyness, and face the world. You are willing to share your heart with others.

When we find ourselves in a situation in which our buttons are being pushed, we can choose to repress or act out, or we can choose to practice. If we can start to do the exchange, breathing in with the intention of keeping our hearts open to the embarrassment or fear or anger that we feel, then to our surprise we find that we are also open to what the other person is feeling. Open heart is open heart.

Here's the thing: You rescue us every day in small, quiet ways, so why not in this way? Let us into your mystery, tell us how you would like to be loved, show us how to see you, really see you.

I have been thinking, my love, and on my return, I would like to reveal the truth of us, of myself. I am tired of this restrictive masculine role.

If I showed you what was in my heart," she said, "it would burn you to a cinder. "I've tried to burn you similarly," it said, "but you never even noticed when I opened my chest.

We may talk a good game and write even better ones, but we never outgrow those small wounded things we were when we were five and six and seven.

No one said living isn't a pretty chancy business, Sibyl. No one gets out of here alive.

Some women are drawn to a damaged man...Tthink they'll be able to put him back together in a way they prefer.

I ain't afraid to drown if that means I'm deep up in your ocean.

Yesterday I fell in love, today feels like my funeral, I just got hit by a bus, shouldn't have been so beautiful, dont know why I gave my heart, gave my trust, gave everything.

And thus love makes fools of us all.

This was how a kind heart broke, after all: inward, making no shrapnel. Dear

To be in love was to understand how alone one had been before. It was to know that if one were ever alone again, there would be no exemption from the agony of it. It wasn't the happiest feeling.

Women fall differently, that's all. We die by the stopping of our hearts, they by the insistence of theirs.

I regret that [my grandfather] never saw the book. i had finished the third draft of what turned out to be five, but I had decided to wait until the novel was perfect before I gave it to him to read. What a fool I am. If you will forgive the one piece of advice a writer is qualified to give: never be afraid of showing someone you love a working draft of yourself.

The smile came out like a newborn foal – its legs buckled immediately.

You are a mousetrap of a friend, all soft cheese and hard springs

When you make a man ashamed, you make him dangerous.

I realized I knew nothing about men apart from the fear.