Quotes About Vulnerability

Here's why I don't like these stories: They highlight that I am vulnerable. No matter how careful I am, eventually I'll make another misstep. I am weak. I am fragile. I am mortal. I hate that most of all. Even if, by some miracle, I could be better than them, I will never be one of them.

I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours." - Cardan

Cardan grabs my face, fingers splayed against my neck. His breath is against my cheek. His other hand grabs my hair, winding it into a rope.

Cardan hätte der Junge aus dem Herzen aus Stein aus Aslogs Geschichte sein sollen, doch irgendwie hatte er es zugelassen, dass sein Herz zu Glas geworden war. Mit jedem Atemzug spürte er die zerbrochenen Scherben in seiner Lunge.

I'm kind of a coward about love", she continued, "I said i wished boys would show me some secret side of themselves, but you did, and now all i wanna do is run away.

I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours.

It's you I love," he says. "I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours.

Cardan steps in front of me, pulling his cloak up. The metal needles glance off the fabric, falling to the floor. For a moment, we stare at each other, wide-eyed. He looks as surprised as I am that he protected me.

Puede que desear que alguien te quiera no sea lo peor del mundo, aunque no seas correspondido. Aunque te duela. Puede que la debilidad forme parte de la esencia del ser humano.

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

He grabs hold of my wrist. I am shocked by the sensation of his skin warm against mine. 'Take care,' he says, and then smiles. 'It would be very dull to have to sit here for an entire day just because you went and got yourself killed.' 'My last thought would be of your boredom.

Love is stupid. All we do is break one another's heart." - Heather

I feel like a child again, a helpless child in a house of death.

Exactly,' Cardan says, reaching out a finger to trace the shape of my ear. The curve, I realise. I shudder, eyes closing against the hot spike of shame. He keeps talking, but he seems to realise what he's been doing and snatches his hand away. Now we're both ashamed.

Relying only on yourself is a good way to get got. Next time, take a member of the royal guard. Take one of us. Take a cloud of sprites or a drunken spriggan. Just take someone.' 'Watching my back is the perfect opportunity to stick a knife in it,' I remind him.

You did a brave thing. Be glad of that. Not everyone can be brave. I'm not always.

We- the Folk- don't love like you do,' Locke said. 'Perhaps you shouldn't trust me with your heart. I might break it.

Do something!" someone says, but in my delirium, I can't tell who is speaking. Abruptly, Valerian is kicked off me. I roll onto my side, coughing. Cardan is looming there. Tears and snot are running down my face, but all I can do is lie in the dirt and spit out pieces of sweet, fleshy pulp. I have no idea why I am crying.

Aren't you ever careless?' he asked. 'Always, with you.

It's you I love.'' he says. ''I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours.

He behaved as though he had a heart of stone, so she gave him one.

Mo?e to nie jest takie straszne, kiedy ktoÅ› pragnie by? kochany, nawet kiedy nie jest. Nawet jeÅ›li to sprawia ból. Mo?e bycie istotÄ… ludzkÄ… nie zawsze oznacza sÅ'abo??.

Gazing at her for a long moment with something like horror, as though he was seeing her for the first time, he spoke. "You are more dangerous than daybreak." Before Tana could reply, he stepped into the lengthening shadows of morning and was gone.

It is difficult, though, not to be shamed be being nearly undressed, with bed hair and bad breath.