Quotes About Vulnerability

His fingers slide into my hair, and I hold on to his arms to stay steady as we press together like two blades at a stalemate. He is stronger than anyone I know, and warmer than anyone else realizes; he is a secret that I have kept, and will keep for the rest of my life.

Looks like someone had a mood swing." She rolls her eyes. Like you don't want to know what his fears are. He acts so tough that he's probably afraid of marshmallows and really bright sunrises or something.

But when I do feel all the strength go out of me, and I fall to my knees beside the table and I think I cry, then, or at least I want to, and everything inside me screams for just one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more.

Sometimes I still forget to look for the gentler parts of her. For so long all I saw was the strength, standing out like the wiry muscles in her arms or the black ink marking her collarbone with flight.

Fear doesn't shut you down; it wakes you up. I've seen it. It's fascinating.

Then I realize what it is. It's him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.

trust requires much more than affection; it depends on mutual confidence—strength, not niceness.

Show me a church composed of real people who aren't afraid to acknowledge and talk about their flaws, and chances are, it's a growing church. If, on the other hand, vulnerability is met with the cold legalism of others, then prayerfully consider finding a place where authenticity is the focal point.

There's nothing wrong with you..not even the darkest corner of that beautiful soul. ~ Hunter

There's something about seeing an adult you knew in childhood that makes them marginally vulnerable to you, and vice versa. There's also something comforting in thinking that if they made it this far, relatively unscathed, then maybe you didn't turn out half bad either.

The only bone in my body he ever loved was his.

All right," Marcus said, like he was doing me a grave favor. "But take it slow, sister. Any sudden moves and we'll drop you like a used-up ho on the corner of Fifth and Bridger.

Now her life was under attack, and she [Kit] was shocked to find how fragile everything she'd built really was. She was dumbfounded, too to find that while people were being ripped from her life like paper dolls from a chain, she longed to be the one who'd be gone first.

It is easier to tell our therapist about our sex life than it is to tell our accountant about our finances.

A shiver ran through him. "That actually might have been the best kiss of my life." Maurizan fixed him with a hard glare. "That does not mean you have permission to die.

Should we continue to look upwards Is the light we can see in the sky one of those which will presently be extinguished The ideal is terrifying to behold, lost as it is in the depths, small, isolated, a pin-point, brilliant but threatened on all sides by the dark forces that surround it nevertheless, no more in danger than a star in the jaws of the clouds. (Les Miserables)

You couldn't hide that friendly giant from somebody rimming your butthole.

To any kind of sex, if you were honest. I've got a pole, you've got a hole, that's what it all came down to.

It ain't brave if you ain't scared.

Suicide is often an act of vitality, and even — if it is not the result of neurosis — the act of a person who is powerfully attached to life.

To love anyone means to admit extinction. I tell myself this, so I never fall in love, so that the fire lights just me.

It is frightening to feel that all your happiness is bound up to another person. That without them you don't - you don't particularly want to live'.

The man who tells you nothing frightens him is whistling in the dark. Besides, fear is not necessarily bad. It may guard you from harm. And I suspect that fear of being caught, punished and disgraced keeps many more of us from committing crimes than does the voice of conscience'.

What a pity, I reflected, that honesty in human relations is so rarely possible. We are compelled to approach, circle and retreat as though performing the steps of a complicated dance, neither trusting the appearance of truth not daring to speak it.