Quotes About Vulnerability

No podrías hacer nada peor que casarte con un hombre que no fuera capaz de hacer el ridículo por tu causa.

But one wrong half turn of a steering wheel, one patch of wet road, one out of control moment, and the amount of life measured out to Victoria Nolan had run cruelly short.

Are you going to cry, Mr. Bronson?" the child asked in concern, coming to stand beside his knees, staring into his downturned face. He managed to smile at her. "Just a little on the inside," he said raspily. He felt her little hand on his cheek, and he held utterly still as she kissed him on the nose.

Are you annoyed because I didn't tell you earlier? I'm sorry. But it's not the sort of thing one can just blurt out over tea, or in the entrance hall …'Here's your hat, and by the way, I'm a virgin

Don't tell anyone I was crying, or I shall be very cross with you." "No, monisha," he had soothed, cuddling her closer as she sniffled. "All your secrets are safe with me. You know that.

It was finally becoming clear to her that love wasn't about finding someone perfect to marry. Love was about seeing through to the truth of a person, and accepting all their shades of light and dark. Love was an ability. And Harry had it in abundance, even if he wasn't ready to come to terms with it yet.

I'll get 'er, I will." "You'll never touch her," Cam retorted, filled with a flare of impotent anger as he cast a last glance into Hangman's Court. "I'll send you to hell before you ever lay a finger on her!" "I'll bring you with me, then," came Bullard's gloating reply, and he laughed again as Cam strode away from the court.

He saw that her hands were reddened from the days of nursing him, and a flush warmed his face. The feeling was not one of embarrassment—he had no shame when it came to matters of nakedness and physical intimacy. Rather, it was the sense that she had claimed a part of him that he couldn't retrieve…he felt bound to her.

A humbling thought occurred to her. When you meet the right man, the list of things you would never do suddenly becomes much shorter.

You don't know how to cuddle," she said. "No," Tom had admitted. "I'm not sure what it's for.

Opening up to the wrong person is like putting ammo in their hands.

I know I'm a bad bargain. But I'm begging you to have me anyway. Because I want a chance to make you as happy as you make me. I want to build a life with you." He fought to steady his voice. "Please come to me, Cat, because there's no surviving you. You don't have to love me back. You don't have to be mine. Just let me be yours.

I can protect you against everything except myself." - Derek

Now he knew that it was only love when you knew there could be no end to it. When it was as inevitable as gravity. Falling in love, a helpless descent in which the only way to avoid being hurt was to keep going. Keep falling.

What does scare you?" "I scare me.

into his shoulder, "maybe you better put some clothes on.

In that case, Cooper," she said faintly into his shoulder, "maybe you better put some clothes on.

The only way anyone will ever get to you will be over my dead body." Julia drew in a long breath. "In that case, Cooper," she said faintly into his shoulder, "maybe you better put some clothes on.

Okay. I don't know how we're going to do this. If I'm not in you inside of five minutes, I'm going to die. My heart will simply explode, and it won't be pretty. But the thing is this - I haven't had sex in a couple years, which creates two problems. One, I don't have any condoms. If I had any condoms in some drawer somewhere, they'd be powder by now. And two, I can't promise to pull out because I'm going to come the second I'm in you.

His experience: everybody is afraid of something. Find out what everybody else is afraid of and go into that.

Don't make your community and loved ones guess what you need. It's not fair to them. Instead, proactively tell them—in an uplifting way—how to love you.

Tell them to who? Why would anyone want to hear my jokes? It was my I-don't-know-what-I-don't-know moment.

Do you know what happens when you push a dragon? They burn you alive, baby. You're playing with fire. I've played with fire tonight with Chris, pushed him to be that dragon, and the way he's looking at me now, the way he sees what I do not want him to see, is burning me alive. I know in that moment that I cannot keep asking Chris to show me who he is and not be willing to show him all that I am.

locking myself in a shell of an existence isn't healing. It's hiding.