Quotes About Vulnerability

Showing signs of weakness was a good way to get eaten.

You know what they say about your greatest strength." "It's also your greatest weakness," she said quietly. "Right. The only defense anyone has is to be aware of both." He used his fork to spear another bite of salmon. "Play to one and guard against the other.

We begin to die with our first breath. Death is inside us, ticking closer, closer, with every beat of our heart. It is the end no man can escape

He who has everything will keep what he has. From him who has nothing, even that will be taken away. Philosophy leads to death, sociology leads to suicide. Shrivelled anus, short-windedness, limp member, short-sightedness, angioplastied ventricle, urethral polyps - but a clear, hard head.

LE SPHINX - Vous avez réponse à tout. Hélas ! car vous l'avouerai-je, Å'dipe, j'ai une faiblesse : les faibles me plaisent et j'eusse aimé vous prendre en défaut.

J'ai la peau de l'âme trop sensible. Il faudrait apprendre à son âme à marcher pieds nus.

Impetuously, with the uninhibited reactions of a child, she reached out to touch his face, to see if the scar felt different.

Satin skin, silk hair, velvet eyes, sawdust heart - all complete.

She lifted her eyes. Blank, lovely eyes. Mad eyes. A mad girl.

Can I help it if my heart beats, if my hands go cold?

Let's say that you have this mystical right to cut my legs off. But the right to ridicule me afterwards because I am a cripple — no, that I think you haven't got. And that's the right you hold most dearly, isn't it? You must be able to despise the people you exploit.

I can't sleep,' he said. 'Let me lie with my head on your silver breast.

Just you touch me once. You'll soon see if I'm a damn coward like you are.

Better not I tell you. You want to know what I do? I say doudou , if you have trouble you are right to come to me. And I kiss her. It's when I kiss her she cry - not before.

Left alone, Miss Verney felt so old, lonely and helpless that she began to cry. No builder would tackle that shed, not for any price she could afford. But crying relieved her and she soon felt quite cheerful again. It was ridiculous to brood, she told herself.

Lois doesn't want to be given away; she doesn't want anybody to know, and I assure you that that's all she cares about. Of course, she'll be furious if anybody knows, and that's why if you go off in a hurry you will make things difficult for me.' She felt hypnotized as she listened to him, impotent.

We sat under the mango tree and I was holding his hand when he began to cry. Drops fell on my hand like the water from the dripstone in the filter in our yard. Then I began to cry too and when I felt my own tears on my hand I thought, 'Now perhaps we're married. 'Yes, certainly, now we're married,' I thought.

With you, I don't want to do bad things.' 'There's always the one that you don't want to do bad things with, isn't there?' 'Yes, there's always the one,' he says. 'I want to lie close to you and feel your arms around me.' — And tell me everything, everything. . . . He has said that bit before.

Vi a Antoinette tendida en cama, absolutamente inmóvil. Como una muñeca. Incluso cuando me amenazó con la botella, había en ella cierta calidad de marioneta.

when you are dead to the world, the world rescues you, if only to make a figure of fun out of you

Vous voulez que je sois sincère, répliquai-je, et vous voulez en même temps que je n'aie pas à rougir de moi. Comment ne voyez-vous pas que tout sentiment profond a des ramifications devant lesquelles on reste effrayé?

C'est que la sincérité est effrayante; j'entends non pas celle qui dit aux autres leurs vérité, mais celle qui s'applique à nos propres pensées. Auprès des êtres qui nous touchent de près, nos aveux sont irréparables; nous sommes-nous découvertes en face d'eux, il faut que nous demeurions à nu le reste de nos jours, il n'y a plus d'abri ni d'ombre

Memoir is about handing over you life to someone and saying, This is what I went through, this is who I am, and maybe you can learn something from it.

As for myself, I am splintered by great waves. I am coloured glass from a church window long since shattered. I find pieces of myself everywhere, and I cut myself handling them.