Quotes About Vulnerability

Passwords are like underwear: you don't let people see it, you should change it very often, and you shouldn't share it with strangers.

So much lies in our communications with one another--even the most fleeting and careless of insults can wound us, so you can imagine that if you feel a physical response to a passing curse from a stranger on the highway, pronouncements of failure and worthlessness from a parent or loved one will strike sharply deep within you.

He always talked about going out gangster, like Scarface. When he fell, though, he had tears in his eyes.

The seedy single-room-occupancy hotels and low-rent apartment buildings in that neighborhood were like vending machines filled with victims.

Sex is not trust. Sleep is trust. And trust is difficult for me.

Why don't you lie on the bed," he told her. "On your stomach." She did what she was told. He took out his knife and smiled.

Dean had never quite imagined his life might end like this. Naked in a Tijuana brothel with an eighty-year-old woman dressed like Janine from Spinal Tap sizing up his junk and looking distinctly unimpressed. He really wished the room wasn't so heavily air-conditioned.

But she wasn't there, leaving the unarmed Walter alone and unprotected.

Coldness in everything. It comes from a long way off; it gets into everything. One must get out of the way before it reaches the core. If it does that, one won't feel even the coldness any more. Do you see what I mean?

Ich bin sehr müde. Einen zusammenhängenden Schlaf habe ich seit Wochen nicht gehabt. Unglaubhaft, aber ich könnt jetzt einschlafen. Kann ja nichts mehr verschieben, auch den Schlaf nicht. Ungut, übermüdet in den Tod zu gehen.

I don't like you being there at night alone," Bonnie told her. "You should come over here and drink my wine." Harper shuddered. "No wine. Ever again. I'm on the wagon." "Coffee then," Bonnie said. "Chamomile tea. I don't care. I want to watch you being safe.

It's the actors who are prepared to make fools of themselves who are usually the ones who come to mean something to the audience.

It is better to have faith in everybody and be deceived occasionally than to mistrust everybody and be deceived almost constantly.

Der Baum wird nie an gebrochenem Herzen sterben und das Gras nie seinen Verstand verlieren. Von außen droht ihnen jede mögliche Gefahr, von innen her aber sind sie gefeit. Sie fallen sich nicht selbst in den Rücken, wie der Mensch mit seinem Geist und ersparen uns damit das wiederholte Schauspiel unseres eigenen zweideutigen Lebens.

a man's lack of closeness to his parents, or having a father who was physically and emotionally less involved, could predict early disability and death from suicide, hypertension, coronary artery disease, and tumors.

We all are weak, in one way or another. It does not matter the species. Some times that weakness is a strength in dusguise. Sometimes it is our utter undoing. Some times it is both. A wise man seeks to find a lesson from it. A fool lets it control and destroy him. And sometimes the wise man is the fool.

Humans are pathetically greedy and easy to manipulate.

Even though money seems such an objective topic, it can also be the most intimate, and possibly harmful, part of a relationship.

corners of her eyes, and she squeezed them tight, mortified that she might have to explain—again—a crying jag. It had just been so long since she'd snuggled up to something this big, this warm, this human. "You smell better than Grimm," she said against Ryan's mouth. He drew back a little. "What?" She discovered her tears had dried up and

I don't see makeup as a defense. I see it as a creative outlet. I am a woman who has my extreme vulnerable side and my baggage--and at times I feel extremely weak. And who's to say a little mascara doesn't make you feel more confident when you pop it on and look in the mirror? It helps, especially in my position, where I have people waiting down the street to take pictures of me so they can evaluate and criticize every little flaw on my face.

Sometimes, especially in the last six months, I still feel like going to the window and singing out all my troubles.

It can be hard in this business, especially when you're very young, to figure out who you can and can't trust.

That man would have chipped away at your heart bit by bit until there was nothing left. It may have been bruised, but at least it's whole.

Something in his manner makes me want to confide things to him I've never told anyone. Even painful things, shameful things. I didn't know how badly I wanted to share them.