Quotes About Vulnerability

Humans are like mice,' Balekin went on. 'Dead before they learn how to be canny.

Having a heart is terrible, but you still need one anyway.

For you I am forever undone

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.

Mortals are fragile," I say. "Not you," he says in a way that sounds a little like a lament. "You never break.

I'm so tired. So tired. Of being powerless.

Everyone finds different lessons in stories, I suppose, but here's one. Having a heart is terrible, but you need one anyway. - Cardan

I can't trust the people I care about not to hurt me. And I'm not sure I can trust myself not to hurt them, either. Friendships suck.

His hand comes up with a cloth smelling of cloying sweetness. He presses it over my nose and mouth. I feel my limbs go loose, and a moment later, I feel nothing at all.

Everything stops. No air is in my lungs. There is a pain in my chest as though my heart cannot bear. As though something inside me is cracking. As though I am going to come apart.

The scent of weakness is headier than blood.

Sometimes it feels as though there's a knot inside me, and were it to come apart, whatever emerged would be all teeth.

Taryn had warned me I was going to get myself killed, and I bragged that I was ready for it, but I am not. "I think I'll take

He kisses me again, and it's like falling off a cliff. Like a mountain slide, building momentum with every touch, until there is only crashing destruction ahead.

I Do Have A Bad Habit," He Says. "Of Falling In Love. With Great Regularity And To Spectacular Effect. You See, It Never Goes Well.

Only in my dreams has Cardan ever been like this. Begging. Miserable. Powerless.

Strike a glass, and it will not endure an instant; simply do not strike it, and it will endure a thousand years. —G. K. CHESTERTON, ORTHODOXY

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 walks to the door to the royal chambers as though to end the conversation. ''You probably guessed as much,'' he says. ''But just in case you didn't.

My greatest weakness has always been my desire for love. It is a yawning chasm within me, and the more that I reach for it, the more easily I am tricked. I am a walking bruise, an open sore.

that I like him better than I've ever liked anyone and that of all the things he's ever done to me, making me like him so much is by far the worst.

You're mortal,' he informs me. In his other hand, he's carrying an empty goblet, tipped over absently, as though he's forgotten he still carries it. 'It's not safe for you here. Especially if you go around stabbing everyone.

She turned to me, head tilted, her expression pure confusion. As though I had no reason to be afraid of a broken heart. She had no idea how dangerous a broken heart could be.

It's you I love," he says. "I've 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.

Pasé gran parte de mi vida cuidando mi corazón. Lo guardé tan bien que podía comportarme como si no tuviera ninguno. Incluso ahora, es una cosa raída, carcomida y escabrosa. Pero es tuyo