Quotes About Vulnerability

As he prepared to ride on, he chuckled at the thought of the wolf entering the sheepfold. He would not ride with fire and destruction. The shepherd did not frighten his own pretty lambs.

Why do you hurt me? What more do you want?" she asked, tears shining in her eyes. "Power over you, little one," he said, smiling. "What does any man want but that? It is something in the blood of every one of us. We would all be a tyrant if we could.

Every man can break, after certain time period. It's only necessary to find the levers that move his soul

A brave man could conquer fear, he had learned that, but perhaps only for a time. It was something the young did not understand, the way it could gnaw at a man, the way it came back stronger every time, until you were alone and gasping for breath.

It was the tragedy of women to be lusted after and stolen in the night.

He loved but he did not know how to be loved.

Marry me," he said, searching her eyes for some sign, some indication of how to proceed. Her gaze held his. His heart beat in his chest like a drum. "Why should I?" she asked, her voice hushed and oddly hopeful and terribly vulnerable. He swallowed, feeling lost and uncertain. "Well," he said, trying to sound reasonable, "I've got a few more horses now." She stared up at him, the blood draining from her face. Then she slugged him.

You used to be such a sweet creature. So trusting." He tched gently. "Whatever happened to you?" "You.

He turned around to look at the house. Elspeth was behind one of the vellum-covered windows. Did she wonder where he was? If it had been high summer and the windows left uncovered to let in a breeze, would she have peeked out at him as he stood on the shoal, naked as God made him? He soaped up his groin. Just the thought that Elspeth might spy on him at his bath made part of him happier than it ought to be, considering the temperature.

When she first realized he was there watching her, she couldn't believe it was happening. There she was, bare as an egg, and his intense gaze made her lose the will to move. His stare had lingered at her breasts. She'd had to bite the inside of her cheeks to keep from covering her nipples with her hands to still the ache. And when his gaze traveled down her body, little flames seemed to lick her skin. When he smiled at her private parts, she caught fire completely.

we are betrayed in the very same close relationships where primal trust is possible. We can be truly betrayed only where we truly trust—by brothers, lovers, wives, husbands, not by enemies, not by strangers. The greater the love, the greater the betrayal. Trust has in it the seed of betrayal.

There is a kind of beauty in imperfection.

A plange e o impudoare la fel de mare ca a te arata gol-pusca. Larimile sunt mai intime decat pielea.

Muito mais trágico me parece o destino de quem atravessa a vida sem se molhar, como se os efeitos (felizes ou nefastos) escorressem sobre a pele como água sobre as plumas de um pato.

The Internet is a dangerous place where any half witted fool can ruin someone else's name and reputation within a matter of days, hours and even minutes and have the world believe it is true. How sad is that?

It placed its finger roughly on sore places.

It's very simple, I just tell my sad story, and people weep.

When the lambs is lost in the mountain, he said. They is cry. Sometime come the mother. Sometime the wolf.

Women were different, no doubt about it. Men broke so much more quickly. Grief didn't break women. Instead it wore them down, it hollowed them out very slowly.

Dustfinger still clearly remembered the feeling of being in love for the first time. How vulnerable his heart had suddenly been! Such a trembling, quivering thing, happy and miserably unhappy at once.

Many grew introspective and talked of things men usually keep to themselves. Hundreds later recalled that they found themselves admitting their fears and talking of other personal matters with unusual candor. They drew closer to one another on this strange night and confided in men they had never even met before.

And he's alone there, with the unconscious pilot lying a little way off for company, and some other guy he's never even seen, only spoken to over the radio. He wants to sleep so badly - dying they call it - and he can't. Something's bothering him to keep him awake. ("Jane Brown's Body")

All guys are scared of each other, didn't you know that? I'm not the only one. We're all born afraid. ("New York Blues")

That's a man's vital spot, the helpless thing he loves. ("Jane Brown's Body")