Quotes About Vulnerability

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

I feel his gaze on my back, pricking the hairs on my neck. It is all I can do not to run.

As I gaze at him now, stretched out on my bed, I feel more off balance than ever.

I have heard that for mortals, the feeling of falling in love is very like the feeling of fear. Your heart beats fast. Your senses are heightened. You grow light-headed, maybe even dizzy." He looks at me. "Is that right? It would explain much about your kind if it's possible to mistake the two.

The Lord protects fools, drunks and dumb-ass ax wielders?

The Roach clasps his hand on the back of my neck with a laugh. 'You did good, kid, you know that? You came out of the sea even tougher than you went in.' I have to look down because I am surprised by how much I wanted to hear someone say that. When I glance back up, Cardan is watching me carefully. He looks stricken. I shake my head, to keep him from saying whatever he's thinking.

Jude, he'd said, running a hand up my calf, are you afraid of me?

Cardan begins to strip off his shirt, showing an expanse of moon-pale skin and a back with a delicate tracery of faded scars.

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.

Right then, I feel as though he sees everything—every hope of my heart, every stray thought I've had before falling into an exhausted sleep each dawn.

I should never have asked you to come back here.' 'Just don't leave me behind,' I say, feeling immensely vulnerable. 'That's what I want, for the game I won all those years ago.' 'I promise you,' he says. 'If it is within my power, we leave together.' I nod. 'We will find the reliquary and ruin her,' I tell him. 'And then I will never come back.

I watch every blow, every flinch. I have little choice. I can shut my eyes, but the sounds are just as terrible. And worst of all is Cardan's empty face, his eyes as dull as lead. Truly, he has come by his cruelty honestly in Balekin's care. He has been raised up in it, instructed in its nuances, honed through it's application. However horrible Cardan might be, I now see what he might become and am truly afraid.

The feeling of being fooled, the shame of it, haunts me. It tangles up my thoughts.

It's like fighting, except what we're fighting for is to crawl inside each other's skin.

É você que eu amo - admite ele - Passei a maior parte da vida protegendo meu coração. Protegi tão bem que me comportava como se não tivesse um. Mesmo agora, é uma coisa mequetrefe, comida de traças e escabrosa. Mas é seu. Você já deve ter percebido. Mas falei, caso não tenha. (pagina 204)

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.

It'll rot,' I say. 'And so will we.

My greatest weakness has always been my desire for love. It is a yawning chasm within me, and the more than I reach for it, the more easily I am tricked. I am a walking bruise, an open sore. If Oak is masked, I am a face with all the skin ripped off. Over and over, I have told myself that I need to guard against my own yearnings, but that hasn't worked. I must try something new.

I want to strike Cardan over and over until I slap that smugness off his face. But if I did, he'd know just how much he scares me.

Cardan ought to have been the boy with the heart of stone in Aslog's story, but somehow had let his heart turn to glass. He could feel the shattered shards of it lodged in his lungs, making his every breath painful.

I lost your cloak,' I croak up at him, my voice coming out all breath. He peers down at me. 'You're a liar,' he says, eyes glittering with fury. 'A dirty, mortal liar.' I close my eyes again against the harshness of his words.

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.

It's you I love — 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.

by you, i am forever undone" -cardan greenbriar