Quotes About Vulnerability

I'd like to remain at that one delicate remove, so you can get to know me without the distraction of other people's noise.

hang me/like a dead rose/preserve me/and my petals won't fall/until you touch them/and i dissolve

I knew I should have call Jack, should have told him...but I didn't. Not yet. I was afraid of him thinking that I was crazy, too. I wasn't sure what he'd do if he saw me drowning. I wasn't sure he'd save me unless he was saving himself. what he'd say.

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.

We were walking home late from a bar—and the term walking is used loosely here, because you were doing something between a skip and a stumble—and suddenly you started singing out your love for me. My name and everything, loud enough to reach the top floors of all the buildings. I should have told you to stop, but I didn't want you to stop. I didn't mind if your love for me woke people up. I didn't mind if it somehow sneaked into their sleep.

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

Are you going to be someone who takes charge of her feelings and her actions, even if the outcome might hurt, or someone who lets herself be unhappy simply because she won't ask for what she wants?

Adults can talk all they want about youth feeling invincible.

It was an exquisite irony: Just when we stopped wanting to kill ourselves, we started to die. Just when we were feeling strength, it was taken from us. This

Sostén. No quiero ser el fuerte, pero tampoco quiero ser el débil. ¿Por qué siempre da la impresión de que hay que ser uno u otro? Cuando nos abrazamos, siempre hay uno que aprieta con un poco más de fuerza.

And if you ever get the feeling you want to run away again, talk to someone about it. Because running away without a word is never going to be the answer to your problems; it will only cause more problems.

I was always thinking in terms of too much or not enough, rarely allowing myself that crucial space in between. Except when he was around. Except when we were really together. Then I could forget—I couldn't turn it off, but I could forget to turn it on. Gradually, the columns began to tip. I lost track of keeping track. In order to let us be, I let myself be.

That's not what it means, you told me. And anyway don't you feel naked now? You fell quiet, gestured for me to listen. The sound of the woods, the feel of the air. ... The sky, so present. And you, watching me take it all in. Naked to the world, the world naked to us.

I know part of knowing someone is being mean to them or whatever.

Some boys—not many, but a few—are like that, getting their own strength from finding your weakness and poking it. There's something weirdly transfixing about their confidence, like even as they're condescending to you, you're secretly hoping that their strength will rub off and suddenly you'll be as confident as they are.

As the two of us—past self, my present self—hovered over her bed, I could see each cruel damage written across her skin, beneath her eyes, down into her bones. She was no longer the way she wanted to be remembered. She was already more breath than body.

He looks like a lost puppy, but has the heart of a bitch.

That has to be what love is--seeing what a mess he is and loving him anyway, because you know you're a mess, too, maybe even worse.

You shouldn't have venture deep down in order to get love.

He smiles, and I feel better. I hate that his smile makes me feel better, because that implies I'm weak, that I need the approval of others to feel okay about myself.

Esto es lo que no admitimos sobre los primeros besos: una de las cosas más gratificantes acerca de ellos es que son la prueba, la prueba real, de que la otra persona realmente quiere besarnos. Somos deseables y deseamos. Cada beso importante implica un reconocimiento.

Am vrut ca iubirea sa invinga tot. Dar iubirea nu poate sa invinga nimic. Ea nu poate sa faca nimic de una singura. Se bazeaza pe noi. Sa invingem in numele ei.

You can say things over and over to yourself, but the moment you say them out loud to someone else, they become something different, like you're taking a fear and giving it a solid shape so it can actually hurt you. And when someone else says the things you're saying in your head—that has the same effect. It should feel better to be sharing it, but it also makes it less deniable.

The first sentence of the truth is always the hardest. Each of us had a first sentence, and most of us found the strength to say it out loud to someone who deserved to hear it.