Quotes About Vulnerability

You were lonely. Before you met me. When you met me. You were alone. You were a lonely child. Your parents left you to yourself. You never said it but when I held you in my arms I could feel it. I see now. I thought you were strong. You're not. Neither am I.

But he would protect her with his heart for a little while. For a little while, before the insentient iron world and the Mammon of mechanised greed did them both in, her as well as him.

I loved the solar smile he would turn on his friends at times--and on me--nonplussing us when he simply left it on us, full-beam, for such a long, long moment that we'd finally have no choice but to realize this was no social smile, no rote kind of friendliness: this was what it felt like to be completely seen and loved for a moment.

Kids grow up hearing fairy tales, but the biggest fairy tale of all, I realized at the age of four, is that life is safe. Life isn't safe, I learned. It's crazy. Evil is real. One minute you could be riding your bike on the way to get candy, and the next, you're dead. Anything could happen anywhere at any time. So now what? How was I supposed to live without giving in to the fear?

I wanted to talk to someone. But who? It's moments like this, when you need someone the most, that your world seems smallest.

You like him because he's a lost boy. Believe me, I've seen it happen before. But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They become lost themselves. Without fail.

I find I very rarely live up to my words. And since you know me primarily through my words, there are oh so many ways I can disappoint.

The word I think of is precarious. I am struck by how precarious it all is. How the things that hold us are only as strong as the faith we have in them.

tiny: maybe there's something you're afraid to say, or someone you're afraid to love, or somewhere you're afraid to go. it's gonna hurt. it's gonna hurt because it matters.

I want you to be honest with me. Even if it hurts. Although I would prefer for it not to hurt.

There was a pause. I was still scared by every gap in our conversation, fearing that this was it, the point where we had nothing left to say. I was still trying to impress you, and I still wanted to be impressed by you, so I could pass along pieces of your impressiveness to my friends, convincing myself this was possible.

Why do we even bother? Why do we make ourselves so open to such easy damage? Is it all loneliness? Is it all fear? Or is it just to experience those narcotic moments of belonging with someone else?

candid , adj . Most times, when I'm having sex, I'd rather be reading. This was, I admit, a strange thing to say on a second date. I guess I was just giving you a warning. Most times when I'm reading, you said, I'd rather be having sex.

stanchion, n. I don't want to be the strong one, but I don't want to be the weak one either. Why does it feel like it's always one or the other? When we embrace, one of us is always holding the other a little tighter.

Deep down? That sounds like settling to me. You shouldn't have to venture deep down in order to get to love.

encroach, v. The first three nights we spent together, I couldn't sleep. I wasn't used to your breathing, your feet on my legs, your weight in my bed. In truth, I still sleep better when I'm alone. But now I allow that sleep isn't always the most important thing.

When I say, Be my lover , I don't mean, Let's have an affair . I don't mean, Sleep with me . I don't mean, Be my secret . I want us to go back down to that root. I want you to be the one who loves me. I want to be the one who loves you.

why won't they leave me alone? don't they realize I have a tinder heart and a paper body and that any spark will turn me straight to ash?

Every time you love someone, you put not just your faith in them, but your faith in everything to the test.

I have always been aware of how I break. I know what kind of situations will break me. I know what kind of people will do it. I know how much it will hurt.

If you let the world in, you open yourself up to the world. Even if the world doesn't know that you're there.

I have taken advantage of other people's weaknesses in order to cover my own.

This is the thing they don't tell you about being a third wheel - it's not like you're the wheel that's added on. You were one of the original two wheels, but suddenly you're not so important anymore. The relationship drives fine without you.

I'm ready to lose myself, but I'm not ready to lose you. I'm ready to find myself, But I'm not ready for you to know what I find.