Quotes About Vulnerability

Ciudate mai sunt lacrimile oamenilor!

In the darkness, warmed by the boy beside me, I gave myself up to my tears. It was as though my head had tumed to cleiir water, it was falling pleasantly away drop by drop; soon nothing would remain.

People use each other as a healing for their pain. They put each other on their existential wound, on the eye, on the cunt, on mouth and open hand. They hold each other and won't let go.

Sometimes I come crashing down inside myself without anyone noticing.

Each time we don't say what we wanna say, we're dying.

C'est cela l'amour, non? Avouer là où l'on hésite, là où on faiblit.

Under every friendship there is a difficult sentence that must be said, in order that the friendship can be survived.

Rarely does one see a squirrel tremble.

Blimey, thought Kelvin, what an eye-to-face ratio. When you want to say something delicate, you don't want that eye-to-face ration staring up at you. Big eyes, like a child's or a baby seal's; the physiognomy of innocence--looking at Archie Jones is like looking at something that expects to be clubbed round the head any second.

This was why Kiki had dreaded having girls: she knew she wouldn't be able to protect them from self-disgust.

Don't mask self-doubt with contempt.

When everyone's building a fence, isn't it a true fool who lives out in the open?

Sometimes in this life you have to take risks on other people.

The thing I feared was no longer my parents' authority over me but that they might haul out into the open their own intimate fears, their melancholy and regrets.

Back then, we were all still willing to take the "risk," if "risk" is the right word to describe entering into the lives of others, not merely in symbol but in reality.

The thing I feared was no longer my parents' authority over me but that they might haul out into the open their own intimate fears, their melancholy and regrets.

There's always somebody who wants to be the Big Man, and take everything for themselves, and tell everybody how to think and what to do. When, actually, it's he who is weak. But if the Big Men see that you see that they are weak they have no choice but to destroy you. That is the real tragedy.

She was in breach of that feminine law that states that no weakness may be shown by a woman to another woman without a sacrifice of equal value being made in return.

A mortifying sense of porousness.

The enviable style of the young is little protection against catastrophe.

C]haracter occurs with the lightest of brushstrokes. Naturally, it can be destroyed lightly, too.

Yet a world in which no one, from policymakers to adolescents, can imagine themselves as abject corpses—a world consisting only of thrusting, vigorous men walking boldly out of frame—will surely prove a demented and difficult place in which to live. A world of illusion.

My father had never liked tears. He thought a man never cried for others, only for himself. And if he did, he was a coward and deserved no pity.

When you're hurt, you feel stupid because you think you should have seen it coming. But if we knew everything that was going to happen to us we wouldn't get out of bed in the morning. All I'm saying is, open your mind and your heart to the possibilities.