Quotes About Vulnerability

Der Lebensschutz des potentiellen Opfers soll mehr wiegen als die Menschenwürde des potenziellen Täters.

She became aware of his hands, moving up both sides of her, sliding up from her waist to her rib cage. Bad news. Instinctively she knew that it was "either-or." Either she opened her mouth and let the mad tongue in--or he was going to, sure as God made little apples, grab her little apples. The choice, she knew, was hers--for he lingered there, simultaneously, in both areas of combat, as if to say, "You have five seconds, take your pick.

Religious discipline is nothing but a permanent psychic shelter. You stay inside it, and you're less vulnerable to whatever horrors happen in life.

intimidad puede ser una carga insoportable para quienes, al experimentarla por primera vez después de una vida entera de autosuficiencia orgullosa, de pronto descubren que era lo que le faltaba a su mundo.

Intimacy can be an unbearable burden for those who, first experiencing it after a lifetime of proud self-sufficiency, suddenly realize it makes their world complete. Finding bliss becomes one with the fear of losing it.

Intimacy can be an unbearable burden for those who, first experiencing it after a lifetime of proud self-sufficiency, suddenly realize it makes their world complete.

Illness strikes men when they are exposed to change.

I have packed myself into silence so deeply and for so long that I can never unpack myself using words. When I speak, I only pack myself a little differently.

My flesh was burning where the skin was scraped off my knees, and I was afraid that I couldn't be alive anymore with so much pain, and at the same time I knew I was alive because it hurt. I was afraid that death would find its way into me through this open knee and I quickly covered my knee with my hands.

I wanted love to grow back, like the grass when it's mown down. To grow differently, if need be, like children's teeth, like hair, like fingernails. To spring up at will, wild and untended. The chill of the sheets made me shudder, and so did the warmth that followed when I lay down.

A noi si addice la paura della tenerezza

Windisch hears a leaf on the stones in the hallway. It's scratching on the stones. The wall is long and white. Windisch closes his eyes. He feels the wall growing on his face. The lime burns his forehead. A stone in the lime opens its mouth. The apple tree trembles. Its leaves are ears. They listen. The apple tree drenches its green apples.

Ich schäme mich nicht, wenn ich sage, das Taschentuch war der einzige Mensch, der sich im Lager um mich kümmerte. Ich bin mir sicher, auch heute noch. Manchmal kriegen die Dinge eine Zartheit, eine monströse, die man von ihnen nicht erwartet.

Îmi tot spun mereu c? am pu?ine sentimente. Dac? pun ceva la inim?, e doar pe jum?tate. Nu plâng aproape niciodat?. Nu-s mai puternic decât cei cu ochii umezi, ci mai slab. Ei au îndr?zneala. Când ai ajuns doar piele ?i oase, e curajos s? ai sentimente.

Wenn wir schweigen, werden wir unangenehm, sagte Edgar, wenn wir reden, weden wir lächerlich. Herztier

Había cometido la osadía de creer que no podría pasarme nada: después de todo, iba inmersa en un poema.

Quase nunca choro. Não sou mais forte do que aqueles que ficam de olhos molhados, sou mais fraco. Eles arriscam. Quando se tem só pele e osso, sentimentos são coragem. Eu prefiro ser cobarde.

Criticism has hurt him for he is not insensitive. He is merely inarticulate.

Those who hate themselves, cannot love or trust others.

Up until now, her makeup and mini-skirt had served as a sort of armour. And ocne you fitted yourself out with armour like that it was hard to take off.

As if she had summoned them, a flurry of stones flew out of the darkness, striking his mail, pinging off his helm. One hit his unprotected leg and he yelped and clutched it. That was a mistake. The second barrage was entirely directed at his legs.

For better or worse, she was the lady Soraya. And the lady Soraya would never dream of missing the warm bulk of Casia's body between her and the hearth, or the comforting drone of Ludo's snores. Or the wry laughter of a slave... a slave, for Azura's sake! The lady Soraya needed no one. The lady Soraya cried herself to sleep.

So now get up.' Felled, dazed, silent, he has fallen; knocked full length on the cobbles of the yard. His head turns sideways; his eyes are turned toward the gate, as if someone might arrive to help him out. One blow, properly placed, could kill him now.

Innocence is a bleeding wound without a bandage, a wound that opens with every casual knock from casual passers-by. Experience is an armour.