Quotes About Vulnerability

And with the right mentor, don't be afraid to expose your vulnerabilities. Admit you don't know what you don't know. When you acknowledge your weaknesses and ask for advice, you'll be surprised how much others will help.

I might die from a bear attack; I could also succumb to a rattlesnake or a puma, slip down a rocky ravine, have a tree branch fall on my head, choke on beef jerky, or any other of a million unanticipated disasters. That's the thrill of backcountry exploration. My vulnerability is exquisite. If I don't watch out for me, no one else will.

There's a saying that my mom actually used to say to me when I was a kid, which is, "A fatherless child thinks all things are possible and nothing is safe.

Therapy opened me up and enabled me to appreciate how fulfilling it was to be truly heard. That led me to the thought: "You know, somebody else might actually have something to say. Let's just sit here and listen and not make it all about you.

Of all weapons, love is the most deadly and devastating, and few there be who dare trust their fate in its hands.

Sometimes there is only a sixty-second divide between youth and maturity, childhood and adulthood, strength and weakness, life and death. That life is vulnerable is the key to its longevity.

met mijn schijnbare trots als onmisbaar pantser voor mijn kwetsbaarheid in een al met al vrij crapuleuze wereld

In the winter everyones hate was bare if you looked.

Women are frightening. If you get to 41 as a man, you're quite battle-scarred.

I'm a laugh tart. I make no secret of that fact.

With age, you see people fail more. You see yourself fail more. How do you keep that fearlessness of a kid? You keep going. Luckily, I'm not afraid to make a fool of myself.

Not surprisingly, they frisked me like they were taking a frisking exam. To get into the Royal College of Frisking. Five times, head to toe, mouth, ears, crotch, soles of shoes. They tore most of my clothes from my body, and left me looking like an opened Christmas present.

They will come at dawn, I think to myself. The way attackers have done since attacking was first invented. Dawn. When we're tired, hungry, bored, scared. They will come in at dawn, and they will come in from the East, with a low sun behind them.

Death and disaster are at our shoulders every second of our lives, trying to get at us. Missing, a lot of the time. A lot of miles on the motorway without a front wheel blow-out. A lot of viruses that slither through our bodies without snagging. A lot of pianos that fall a minute after we've passed. Or a month, it makes no difference. So unless we're going to get down on our knees and give thanks every time disaster misses, it makes no sense to moan when it strikes.

The inward gates of a bird are always open.It does not know how to shut them.That is the secret of its song,But whether any man's are ajar is doubtful.

Do I avoid looking a stranger in the eyes because I don't want to make him uncomfortable, or do I turn my eyes so he can't look into me?

You say you just want to be my friend. I know that you mean you want to relate to my mind but not my body. I can understand that and will not ask you to relate to me in a way that you don't want to, or talk to me about subjects you find uncomfortable. But likewise I refuse to castrate myself for you by pretending not to have the feelings I have. If you want me as your friend you will have to accept my penis along with me.

In order to see, I have to be willing to be seen.

women would be wonderful if we could fall into their arms instead of their hands.

Mietin että naiset olisivat ihania jos voisi langeta niiden syliin lankeamatta samalla niiden käsiin.

Penso che le donne sarebbero meravigliose se tutto potesse cadere nello loro braccia, senza cadere nelle loro mani

Everyone who made love the night before Was walking around with flashing red lights On top of their heads—a white-haired old gentleman, A red-faced schoolboy, a pregnant woman Who smiled at me from across the street And gave a little secret shrug, As if the flashing red light on her head Was a small price to pay for what she knew.

HB: So why does a person get involved with someone who's entirely wrong for him? NG: I think the answer, quite simply, is that you don't always get to decide to whom you give your heart.

The strength of an artist lies in how much of themselves they are prepared to reveal in their art.' Iain Cameron Williams, 2021, 'Other People's Dreams' to be published in 2022.