Quotes About Vulnerability

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There are tears there but she is too proud to blink and let one fall. If she blinked, he would take her hand and take her away from this place. This, at least, is what he tells himself. It's what she once wanted but two people hardly ever want the same thing at any given point in life. It is sometimes the hardest part of being human.

God help you child. If you were mine, I'd never leave you in a house with strangers.

Once aware of my isolation, I was afraid not of it but of its interruption.

But to be furious, murderously furious, is to be alive. No longer young, no longer pretty, no longer loved, or sweet, or lovable, unmasked, writhing on the ground for all to see in my utter ingloriousness, there's no telling what I might do

Happily for you, dear girl, that isn't the case here. You're perfectly safe. I might hurt you—no, let me amend that, I'm definitely going to hurt you, but I would never harm you." Jaime

everyone is scared sometimes to do something. They don't think they can do it. They don't want to fail. They don't want to make a fool of themselves. That's when the courage really kicks in.

The most striking aspect of Jane's adult letters is their defensiveness. They lack tenderness towards herself as much as towards others ... They are the letters of someone who does not open her heart'. They are also, perhaps, the letters of someone who doesn't dare open her heart, for fear of what she might find there.

Kurogane: For all my life... I've wanted strength. I didn't want those things precious to me to be taken away from me anymore. But, to have strength means to invite disaster to come to you. And strength alone can't really protect you.

The princess is strong. And because she's strong, she's fragile. If somebody doesn't teach her that fact, she'll break.

Real courage is being kind again, after you've felt that your kindness was thrown in your face. To risk it once more, or even twice more takes a special strength.

Jesus did not want to be economically vulnerable. He wanted to be poor so that he could make his decisions clearly without any distortion of vision. Because Jesus wanted to see clearly, because he didn't want to be vulnerable, and because he wanted to deal justly and to walk humbly with his God, he was a pauper.

I write very simple and very naked. That's why it wounds. I'm a grey and blue landscape. I rise in a dry fountain and in the cold light.

She was made entirely of a sweetness bordering on tears.

Love? I wanted to go with him, to be on the stronger side, for him to spare me, like one who seeks shelter in the arms of the enemy to stay far from his arrows. It was different than love, I was finding out: I wanted him as a thirsty person desires water, without feelings, without even wanting to be happy.

I know that what I am feeling is serious and has the power to destroy me.

But what can I do if you are not touched by my defects, whereas I loved yours. My candour was crushed underfoot by you.

Not knowing yourself is inevitable, and not knowing yourself demands courage.

Living leaves me atremble.

I'm writing about the meager minimum adorning it with purple, jewels and splendor. Is this how you write? No, it's not by accumulation but by stripping naked. But I fear nakedness, since it is the last word.

Estamos intentando la alegría! ¿Sientes al menos eso? ¿Y sientes cómo nos arriesgamos en el peligro? ¿Sientes que hay más seguridad en el dolor tibio?

Era una mujer débil frente a las cosas. Todo le parecía a veces demasiado preciso, imposible de ser tocado. Y, a veces, lo que usaban como aire de respirar era peso de muerte para ella. Vea si comprende a mi heroína, tía, escuche. Es voluble y audaz. No ama, no es amada. [...] Sin embargo, lo que hay dentro de Juana es algo más fuerte que el amor que se da y lo que hay dentro de ella exige más que el amor que se recibe.

Soy poco a poco. Mi historia es vivir. Y no tengo miedo del fracaso. Aunque el fracaso me aniquile quiero la gloria del caer.

Medo de não amar, pior do que o medo de não ser amado.