Quotes About Vulnerability

He has never told anyone this story. He doesn't mind talking to Richard, to Rafe about his past--within reason--but he doesn't mean to give away pieces of himself.

Death is your prince, you are not his patron; when you think he is engaged elsewhere, he will batter down your door, walk in and wipe his boots on you.

Avery says, 'This custody is for your protection.' 'You think it is I who needs protection? What about Cromwell here? Perhaps we should all take each other into custody?

He wants to ask her, what did you think would come out of this? That you would sit in a turret, and Tom Truth come riding over the hills, his lyre slung behind his saddle? And you at the high window, letting down your strawberry tresses? When Mary Fitzroy stood guard outside the door, did you know how your beau would secure you, with a brutal thrust that made you bleed? Did you know how he would use and spoil you?

But he thinks, no, none of us can stand anything. Scrape our skin, and beneath it there is an infant, howling.

When they are alone, she lets him unlace her bodice.' 'At least he doesn't call you to do it.' 'He pulls down her shift and kisses her breasts.' 'Good man if he can find them.

He had thought that under their clothes people wore their skin.

This custody is for your protection.' 'You think it is I who needs protection? What about Cromwell here? Perhaps we should all take each other into custody?

She had built a little house for love, and it was flattened by one remark. Now she lives in the wreckage

Di che natura è il limite fra la verità e la menzogna? È permeabile e sfocato, poiché è disseminato di voci, dicerie, malintesi e storie alterate. La verità può buttare giù i cancelli, può urlare per strada; se però non è piacevole, gradita e facile da accettare, è condannata a piagnucolare davanti alla porta di servizio.

People are like cities: We all have alleys and gardens and secret rooftops and places where daisies sprout between the sidewalk cracks, but most of the time all we let each other see is is a postcard glimpse of a skyline or a polished square. Love lets you find those hidden places in another person, even the ones they didn't know were there, even the ones they wouldn't have thought to call beautiful themselves.

I took 'P.S. I Love You' thinking it was going to be a little funny, and I ended up crying every day on that film.

Nor skin nor hide nor fleeceShall cover you,Nor curtain of crimson nor fineShelter of cedar-wood be over you,Nor the fir-treeNor the pine.

At the end of the day, you know, love does not happen between two perfect people as much as we would wish.

The worst moment came when Julie bleated, "Mom, Mom," sounding as plaintive as some lamb separated from the flock.

The very worst thing, she was certain, was not human misery, but its nakedness, and the naked witness of others.

Is this what love gets up to, one person demanding self-exposure so there's more to love

Fear is not evil. It tells you what your weakness is.

Care too little, you lose them. Care too much, you get hurt

Men jag, jag såg henne egentligen först nu. Nu först såg jag, att det stod en kvinna i mitt rum, en kvinna med hjärtat överfullt av lust och elände, en ung kvinnoblomma med doft av kärlek omkring sig och med blygselrodnad över att doften var så mäktig och stark. Jag kände att jag bleknade.

Once someone's hurt you, it's harder to relax around them, harder to think of them as safe to love. But it doesn't stop you from wanting them.

I feel like a constellation of wounds, held together with string and stubbornness.

I think of his riddle. How do people like us take off our armor? One piece at a time.

Show your power by appearing powerless.