Quotes About Vulnerability

When I go to the clinic next and sit with a tube in my arm and watch the poison go in, I'm in an attitude of abject passivity. It doesn't feel like fighting at all; it just feels like submitting.

She was so full of holes now, she was like a Swiss cheese.

Men don't sleep with you when they love you, but they do sleep with you without a second thought when they don't.

It's just when we need it most that we don't reach out for help.

Oh sweet girl, he said, feeling his heart go out to her, giving her everything he had tried to keep from her, and suddenly he knew what had been wrong between them. He had never dared to lover her.

children, possibly irreparably, physically

Max was looking out the window, with silent tears running down his face, thinking how hard it must be to be a woman, always having to be strong and comfort others, and how lonely it was to be a man. —

Christophe was so much better, so trusting and so kind. Sam had a sharp edge to him and saw through her.

from the accident, and she seemed weak to him. It

Face it, Jorlan, we are the lesser sex. That is why our name-givers take care of us. Left alone, we would fall to ruin. We are intellectually inferior. Left unmonitored, our innate male aggression would destroy this world.

Undressing him reminds me of trying to change a sleepy, uncooperative four-year-old into his pajamas.-Dom

I hate how it's so much easier to be open and straightforward to a computer screen than to an actual person.

I have come to love you in spite of--- Do I want to be loved in spite of?...Does anyone?

Confidence has brought them out into the light, but they seem to have forgotten - light's no good for creatures of the night.

Destiny is a tower of cards - nudge one just an inch and everything stacked on top comes crashing down. P116

It's one thing to go into a fight knowing you'll probably lose. Quite another to be told that to win, you must offer up your throat to be slit.

I used to imagine the spider creeping down, crawling into my mouth, sliding down my throat, and laying loads of eggs in my belly. The Baby spiders would hatch after a while and eat me alive, from the inside out

Her fear was infectious, and though I was too young to truly know terror, I felt it in my heart and trembled.

Alice opened the door when I rang. She had on green pyjamas and held a hairbrush in one hand. She looked wearily at Quinn and spoke wearily: Bring it in. I took it in and spread it on a bed. It mumbled something I could not make out and moved one hand feebly back and forth, but its eyes stayed shut.

It's a long while since I burst out crying because policemen didn't like me.

If you were to open up a baby's head - and I am not for a moment suggesting that you should - you would find nothing but an enormous drool gland.

His body rigid with terror as he waited for the savages to something horrible to him—bash his head with clubs, or stab him with spears, or… …or tap him on the shoulder.

She wanted to cry, but she did not want Peter to see her cry, and she especially did not want Teacher, with her flowing hair, to see her cry.

HAVE YOU EVER REALLY EMBARRASSED YOURSELF? Don't answer that, stupid. It's a rhetorical question. Of course you've embarrassed yourself. Everybody has. I bet the pope has. If you were to say to the pope: "Your Holy Worshipfulness, I bet you've pulled some blockheaded boners in your day, huh?" he'd smile that warm, knowing, fatherly smile he has, and then he'd wave. He can't hear a word you're saying, up on that balcony.