Quotes About Vulnerability

Love is like an eggshell, isn't it? It can never be put together again.

You'd be surprised how difficult it is to ask alms of a stranger when you've never done it before, what a psychological barrier separates the honest man from the panhandler. ("Dusk To Dawn")

Forse con piú timore pronunciate voi la sentenza contro di me, di quanto ne provi io nell'accoglierla».

That's the S.D.'s favorite trick—feeling for a warm spot on a bed." © Hans Poley/Nederlands fotomuseum, Rotterdam Two Jewish women during an actual drill of the hiding place in 1943.

Surely there is no more wretched sight than the human body unloved and uncared for.

and uncared for. Nor could I see the necessity for the complete undressing:

If you write to us," Luka had said with tears in his eyes, "don't ever sign your name or send an address.

The language of love letters is the same as suicide notes.

Flirts flirt. Players play. Charmers charm. And girls like Lauren? They get their heart broken because they always seem to try and give it to the wrong people.

He stilled. He knew she was leaving—this wasn't a surprise—but how did he tell her he didn't want her to go? That he wanted to know all the things that made her sad, all the things that made her laugh? That he wanted to reach over and wipe those tears away?

She knew her artwork reflected a side of her personality she didn't typically let out. The side that wasn't completely concerned with getting everything right. In a way, art gave her a chance to play.

No boyfriend?" he asked. "Nope," she said. "I don't mind being alone." But the words didn't ring true. She added, quietly, "People just can't be trusted.

She couldn't deny that a part of her was tipping over the precipice that held up her resolve. A part of her was falling for every single word, every crooked smile, every flash of his blue eyes.

Won't you come with me she said, there's plenty of room in my iron bed. You're looking cold and tired and a little hmna. I know I'm not part of the life you had planned, but I think once your body feels my hand your mind will change and your heart will lose its pain.

You always fall hardest the first time, don't you? There's no bottom to it. As I reached teenagehood and beyond, I'd hear guys say: I just don't get women. And sure, I didn't get women either, but wasn't that the best part, the not knowing? Where else could that wild, passionate, scream-it-from-the-rooftops love come from?

He was in awe of the thirst that people had for someone to tell them that everything was going to be all right. He marveled at the gullibility and vulnerability of his fellow humans. No wonder the churches called them sheep. They were woolly-headed pack animals being herded around for the benefit of whoever knew how to control the dogs.

Sometimes my pathology just spills out into the camera doesn't it?

What if rather than avoiding brokenness we embraced it? Welcomed it? And even prayed for it? "God, break me.

It's easy to impress people with our strengths, but real connections are forged through our shared weaknesses.

We are far from perfect but willing to be different.

maybe we should think about whether some imperfections might be a good thing. Maybe we should consider whether we're trying too hard to smooth all the rough edges.

When you believe marriage is your answer, you'll often give something that eventually hurts you both.

But ignoring the tough stuff doesn't make it go away. It just allows it to fester. Maybe you need to start dealing with the scary stuff, and maybe you need the help of a professional counselor to do that. Maybe you have pain from your childhood that you've buried or locked away, something you need to deal with. Please do. Don't let that stuff control you any longer.

trust is like a broken mirror, you may still see yourself, but you can never dismiss the crack.