Quotes About Vulnerability

Vis ikke dette brev til andre, for intet menneske vil kunne forstå vores sindssyge forhold, før jeg tager mig sammen og giver kunstnerisk udtryk for det.

Someday I'll write down all of the words that flow through me. Someday other people will read them in a book and marvel that a girl could be a poet, after all . . . I want so badly to write down the words, but where in the world would I hide such papers?

Jokin ahdistaa rintaani kun kiipeän portaita ylös. Ihmiselämän nurja puoli ammottaa entistä avoimempana minua vasten, ja sitä on entistä vaikeampi kattaa niillä kirjoittamattomilla, vapisevilla sanoilla joita sydämeni aina kuiskaa.

Till den som söker tillflykt hos en som är rädd och svag, nynnar jag en vaggsång mellan natt och dag

It was enough for me anyway to write the poems; there was no hurry to show them to a world that so far had only laughed and scorned them.

Ajatella, jos ei koskaan voisi tulla iloiseksi tai pettyä, mietti isä veneen kiitäessä läpi myrskyn. Ei koskaan voisi pitää kenestäkään, eikä suuttua eikä antaa anteeksi. Ei koskaan voisi nukkua eikä palella, ei koskaan erehtyä, ei tuntea vatsakipua eikä toipua siitä, ei viettää syntymäpäivää, ei juoda olutta eikä tuntea pahaa omaatuntoa...

Only farmers and summer guests walk on the moss. What they don't know - and it cannot be repeated too often - is that moss is terribly frail. Step on it once and it rises the next time it rains. The second time, it doesn't rise back up. And the third time you step on moss, it dies.

Minun täytyy saada Kampsu ymmärtämään, hän ajatteli. Minun täytyy saada joku ymmärtämään, että pelkään, joku joka voi vastata ja sanoa, että tietenkin pelkäät, käsitän sen erinomaisen hyvin. Tai vaikkapa: Mutta hyvä ystävä, mitä pelättävää sinulla on? Näin kauniina, tyynenä kesäpäivänä? Kummin tahansa, mutta jotenkin.

But most of all I'm talking about myself and my fears, even if I know that's not done. I know that everything will turn out badly. I think about that all the time. Even while I'm washing my carpet. Do you understand that? Do you feel the same way?" (p.61)

Minä menin edellä tupaan ja itkin koko ajan mutta nyt kyllä etupäässä vain tehdäkseni vaikutuksen.

I've made it this far without crying a single tear and I'd sure hate to break down here.

And all the things I think, and all the things I believe, are making me cry.

Seeing his eyes glisten with unshed tears, Hannah reached out to take hold of his hand. She felt her breath catch as he tightened his fingers over hers.

In a short time, the right man will find you, and you will lose your heart to him and he will lose his to you. It will be just as it should be, and the scar will not matter.

Something about him called to her, like one of her wounded beasts, and she could not turn him away. She needed his name and protection in order to keep from being cast out of Society. But strangely, she realized, he just might need her even more.

Somehow, without her awareness, she'd obviously sought him out during the night, curling around him like a vine while she'd slumbered. Mortified, she tried to pull away. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't realize... that is, I didn't mean to... to..." "Sleep on me?" he drawled, his words slow and husky. Opening her mouth, she tried to speak, but nothing came out. She nodded instead. "Don't worry." He smiled. "You make a very nice blanket.

Be careful, little girl. Or else the big, bad wolf might just change his mind and decide to eat you after all.

But what if I were another kind of man? What if I were the sort to have taken advantage of our unusual situation? You must realize, Miss Amberley, that had I wished, I might have done almost anything to you by now." A startled laugh escaped her lips. "Are you saying you might have murdered me in my bed? Do not be ridiculous, my lord." "I wasn't thinking about murder, but beds would definitely have been involved.

Might I require protection, Wyvern?" "Not at the moment, no, but if you do acquire another pistol, I could always be persuaded to disarm you again.

Knowing I was your property made me safe, made me make sense in his world. It was okay that I was a 'handful' because you had me under control. Malachi, you didn't even blink. You didn't have to think about it. You knew what would reassure him, and it was treating me like an unbroken horse.

At first I could not meet his eyes. When I did it was like sitting close to a fire that suddenly blazes up.

I really don't want to have to put your heart back together again a second time." His gaze was direct, his eyes locked on hers. "Stop breaking it, then," he replied softly. The

while the father storms through adjacent rooms ranting with the force of kingdom come, not caring anymore what might snap us in its jaw

Doctors are notorious for taking peculiar views of their own bodies. They tend to develop hypochondria in medical school and, once they get over it, if they do, tend to think they're invulnerable.