Quotes About Vulnerability

No doubt about it, Lawrence Decker was the reason God had invented nakedness.

God looks out for fools and babies.

...I should have people around bugging me and getting under my skin because without people I could not grow - I could not grow in God, and I could not grow as a human.

A soul, therefore, when deprived of the Word of God, is given up unarmed to the devil for destruction

God knows the mess we're in when He calls us. His light shines greater through "cracked pots" than it does through those who have it all together.

God would prefer we have an occasional limp than a perpetual strut.

I have so much empathy for these young actors that are 19 and all of a sudden they're beautiful and famous and rich. I'm like, 'Oh my God, I'd be dead.'

The superior Christian lets God strip him of everything that might serve as a false refuge, a secondary trust.

I, in my brand new body, which was not a woman's yet, told the stars my questions and thought God could really see the heat and the painted light, elbows, knees, dreams, goodnight.

I felt very close to God.... My friends say that's because I was always on my knees.

I feel vulnerable every day to the grace of God as expressed in every living thing.

Hair loss is God's way of telling me I'm human.

God sometimes seems to speak to us most intimately when he catches us, as it were, off our guard.

oh my god, she couldn't help thinking. I have hairy legs and I'm going to die alone.

What you fear reveals where you trust God the least

Lightening falls, all you can do is- pray God that it doesn't fall on you.

If you think I'm afraid of the steel cage...YOU'RE RIGHT! Please God, don't make me go into the cage!

God, it was good to let go, let the tight mask fall off, and the bewildered, chaotic fragments pour out. It was the purge, the catharsis.

God sometimes you just don't come through, Do you need a woman to look after you?

What we found out with Katrina is that the country is still unable to deal with disaster. God forbid this happens in San Francisco.

O God, protect me from my friends, that they have not power over me. Thou hast giv'n me power to protect myself from thy bitterest enemies.

Make me, oh God, the prey of the Lion, ere you make the rabbit my prey

God looks after children, animals and idiots.

So between you and me," I tell Justine on the phone that night, "we're either bitchy or stupid." "Oh God," she moans. "Everyone thinks I'm an idiot." "Thanks!