Quotes About Vulnerability

Having strong yet fluid relational boundaries is like wearing the zipper of our hearts on the inside rather than on the outside of us. Our true self is able to decide when to open our hearts and let someone in, or when we're open to stepping out and mingling. If we're tired or need a little time alone, we can close ourselves up a little bit or zip up entirely to get the rest we need.

Suitable relational boundaries will show us the true nature of another person or a group, and if we fail to listen, they will draw help to us. The problem is that our relational borders aren't always in fail-safe condition. We might be too isolated, as in the case of inflexible boundaries; too confused, as happens when our borders are wishy-washy; or simply broken, as occurs when we have holes or slashes in our field.

If psychically sensitive, we'll be aware of every mood, activity, or need of the living and the dead, yet have no one taking care of us. Healers are often the worst off, because the world is full of people happy to deposit their problems in someone else's energy field and steal love in return. And those of us sensitive to the environment will feel for every living being everywhere, but lack the power to help the great or the small.

If you bring forth what is within you, what you have will save you. If you do not have that within you, what you do not have within you will kill you.

Only from the level of spiritual awareness do you begin to see and trust that all is held in the divine Mercy. But once grounded in that certainty, you can begin to reach out to the world with the same wonderful, generous vulnerability that we see in Christ.

You have to drag them into the light.

She was open to love, but she was best at managing her own happiness; it was other people's happiness that sunk her.

In some inexplicable way she'd been looking forward to it and all its attendant drama, because wasn't there something nearly lovely—when you were young enough—about guts churning and tear ducts being put to glorious overuse?

Like a child, I fear the darkness

Oh. Allison swallowed. He was protecting her again. If he didn't watch it, she'd definitely start to think he had a soft spot hidden beneath those claws and fur.

And if I could control everything," his voice was for her alone, "then I'd already have gotten you, naked, under me, and I wouldn't be so wild with lust that I want to rip apart my own best friend…because you're about to put your mouth on him.

The first time she'd seen him, she'd looked into his eyes and thought—He can handle all my darkness. He won't ever be afraid of what I tell him.

He felt like she was breaking him.

Pain will pull you down. It will break you. And when you lose everything else, it will be the only thing that never lets you go. It's a bitch I don't like. Better to not let anyone get close, huh? Better to not let the pain inside. Better to put up your wall and block everyone else from touching your heart.

But I could be very dangerous to you, DB. I could wreck you. Shatter that control you hold so dear . . . and then what would happen?

Oh, angel, you need to be careful with me." She'd spent centuries being careful. What had that gotten her? Betrayal. Pain. This new half-life. "Because I could just eat you up…

You're the one who is scared. Scared that if you're not careful, you'll actually let down that guard of yours, and maybe then it won't just be about the best sex of our lives. Maybe it will be about something more. But I guess we won't ever find out, will we?

She was a bit thinner, and there was a new delicacy to her that hadn't been there before. Probably because of the recent attack she'd suffered. He'd heard that Rachel had been in the hospital. A knife attack. Some crazed fool had attacked Rachel in her own apartment. He'd been furious at the news. No one else was supposed to kill Rachel. She was his.

Oh, Agent Foxx?" He glanced over his shoulder. "Just be careful," Mercer warned him. The lines near Mercer's eyes deepened. "You don't want Jack's weakness to become your own." Dylan didn't respond because he already knew that message had come too late. Rachel had gotten beneath his skin, and, in order to keep her safe, he'd do just about anything.

Sometimes," she confessed as she stared at him, totally nude and vulnerable as she bared her darkest truth, "what I fear most is myself." Trusting the wrong man. Not going for what she wanted. Letting life pass her by.

Héloïse noticed that his hair, of which a strand had escaped from under his wig, was fox-red, and that he had a boil on the back of his neck. It made him seem more human and less awe-inspiring, which was a comfort.

But adulthood," continued the barely twentysomething, "doesn't give you power over what matters most. It doesn't protect you from pain, loss, fate. That's part of being human.

he had been left so painfully as a child and was terrified that it would happen again.

New friendships break pretty easily if something goes wrong at the beginning.