Quotes About Vulnerability

You speak like a green girl / unsifted in such perilous circumstances.

Have not we affections and desires for sport, and frailty, as men have?

Thou art the thing itself: unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor bare, forked animal as thou art.

do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, yet you cannot play upon me.

For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In complement extern 'tis not long after But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at I am not what I am.

I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful; In every one of these no man is free...

There's no face more sincere than one washed in tears.

Is it physical To walk unbraced and suck up the humors Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick, And will he steal out of his wholesome bed To dare the vile contagion of the night?

I hope they will not come upon us now. King Henry: We are in God's hand, brother, not in theirs.

I am too much in the sun.

Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription: then let fall Your horrible pleasure: here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man: But yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Your high engender'd battles 'gainst a head So old and white as this. O! O! 'tis foul!

O, gentle lady, do not put me to't,/ For I am nothing, if not critical.

Therefore I lie with her and she with me, And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.

Poor bird! Thou 'dst never fear the net nor lime, The pitfall nor the gin.

Like flies to wanton boys are we to the gods; they kill us for sport.

Ai! Em teus olhos há maior perigo do que em vinte punhais dos teus parentes. Olha-me com doçura, e é quanto basta para me deixar invulnerável ao ódio deles.

As you all know, Security Is Mortals chiefest Enemy.

Or to be naked with her friend in bed An hour or more, not meaning any harm?

I have learned to cry again and I think perhaps that means I am a human being again. Perhaps that at least. A piece of human being but yes, a human being.

I was so completely dependent on him, you see, and that was not a healthy thing.

more often than not the person one loves from whom one withholds the most searing truths about one's self, if only out of the very human motive to spare groundless pain. But

it is more often than not the person one loves from whom one withholds the most searing truths about one's self, if only out of the very human motive to spare groundless pain.

Both of us put up a brave front about it all, but a love affair, like some prodigy of plastic surgery, is flesh laid on to living flesh and to break it up is to tear off great hunks and parts of yourself.

She had not planned to weep—it was the last thing from her mind, a display of mawkish weakness—but she could not help it.