Quotes About Vulnerability

I have, for mortals, the feeling of falling in love is very much like the feeling of fear.

We have lived in our armor for so long, you and I. And now I am not sure if either of us knows how to remove it.

My gaze cuts toward Cardan. I walk over to him, squat down, and begin to prize off his royal ring. He tries to pull his hand out og my grasp, but hes tied in such a way that he cant. I yank it off his finger. I hate how i feel around him, the irrational panic when i touch his skin. page 262

It seems I have a singular taste for woman who threaten me.

Parece que tengo un gusto singular por las mujeres que me amenazan.

Jude,¨ he´d said, running a hand up my calf, ¨are you afraid of me?¨ page 207

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. Sometimes I actually think it makes the wanting worse.

Maybe it isn't the worst thing to want to be loved, even if you're not. Even if it hurts. Maybe being human isn't always being weak. Maybe it was shame that was the problem.

What is that quote?" Hazel said, walking to him, too glad he'd come to object to the danger he'd put himself in. "The Lord protects fools, drunks, and dumbass ax wielders?

He oído que para los mortales, la sensación de enamorarse es muy parecida a la sensación de miedo. Tu corazón late rápido. Tus sentidos se intensifican. Te sientes aturdido, tal vez incluso mareado.

I will lie down,¨ he says, letting me guide him toward his enormous bed. Once there, he does not let go of my hand. ¨Ïf you lie with me.¨ Page 308

How do people like us take off our armor? One piece at a time.

If I fall, you must promise not to laugh. I may still be a little bit poisoned.' ... I wonder exactly how much a little bit means. 'Maybe I should be the one to go first.' 'Nonsense,' he says. 'If you weren't behind me, then who would break my fall?

He smiled, a real smile, the kind real boys gave real girls. "It's been a very long time since anyone worried for me.

But how did she make you agree?" I demand. "She has no power. She could pretend to be me, but she couldn't force you—" He puts his head in his long-fingered hands. "She didn't have to command me, Jude. She didn't have to use any magic. I trust you. I trusted you.

Looking back, Val knew she had a habit of trusting too much, being too passive, too willing to believe the best of others and the worst of herself.

The problem with coming through something terrible and big is that afterward, you're left feeling all the feelings that you shoved down and pushed away. For many long days, I have been terrified, and now, when I ought to be feeling great, what i want to do is hide under a table in the brugh with Cardan until i can finally convince myself he's all right.

You think I'm weak.' 'You are weak,' I tell her. ''You're weak and pathetic and I-' 'I'm a mirror,' she shouts. 'I'm the mirror you don't want to look at.

Perhaps you shouldn't trust me with your heart. I might break it.

Scared, silly-scared, scared, scared, scared," Lutie chanted against her neck.

Call's stomach felt as if it wanted to curl up inside him like a kicked puppy.

She shook her head. The more she thought about it, the more stupid she felt. She was probably infected, but that didn't mean she should have tempted him into making it a sure thing. And, hungry as he was, crazy as he might be, he could have drained her dead, pinned her against the brick wall, and ripped out her throat. She'd been playing with fire, just as he'd accused Midnight of doing. Clever girl. You play with fire because you want to be burnt.

The problem with coming through something terrible and big is that afterward, you're left feeling all the feelings that you shoved down and pushed away. For many long days, I have been terrified, and now, when I ought to be feeling great, what I want to do is hide under a table in the brugh with Cardan until I can finally convince myself he's all right. And maybe make out with his face, if he's feeling up to that.

You're going to be okay,' I say. 'You know,' he says, hanging on to me, 'that ought to be reassuring. But when mortals say it, it doesn't mean the same thing as when the Folk do, does it? For you, it's an appeal. A kind of hopeful magic. You say I will be well because you fear I won't be.