Quotes About Vulnerability

My fingers curl on his cheek, and all self-consciousness is gone, forgotten. "I'm not afraid of whatever you're talking about. I think you keep warning me away because you're the one who's afraid.

I need to know I can be what he needs, that we can get through the darkness together. - demand

Laughter is like crying.

I don't have a lot of friends walking around I might borrow clothes from. And with good reason: the people I care about disappear.

spreads his fingers on my cheek, his thumb stroking a seductive line along my jaw, his voice lower and deeper as he adds, "No secrets. No in between.

You do know I couldn't let you run, don't you?" "I wasn't—" "You were." "If you think that, then why'd you come after me?" "Because you didn't want to run. You just thought you had to." "That's a little arrogant." "It's honest. I like honesty.

You were still you, Troy, and you were nothing but one big Papa Bear with me." She shook her head. "No. Scratch that. You had a caveman thing going on that doesn't seem to go away when you shift. We really need to talk about this habit of yours of flinging me over your shoulder and carrying me off to your cave.

Broken" from the band Life-house fills the room, because Chris doesn't know how personal it is to me. I'm falling apart. I'm barely breathing. I'm barely holding on to you. This song, this place with the words, and I am raw

Nah. I'm a tough cookie. Except for the cancer, I'm fine.

We're here and we prey on you

As she spoke, I wanted to cry, because sometimes it's just so damn hard to be a mother. We have to wait and wait and wait for our children to open their hearts to us. And if that doesn't work, we have to bide our time and look for the moment of weakness when we can sneak back into their lives and they will see us and remember us for the people who love them unconditionally.

I wouldn't be comfortable, but at least I'd have marginal protection against pointy steel objects that went stab in the night.

Do you trust me?" Tam said it almost too softly to be heard. I hesitated, sighed, then reached down and took his hand. Tam's fingers wrapped warm and strong around mine. The magic sparked between us, though this time it was warm and tingling, not violent and lustful. "Though you're the last thing I need," I muttered. I heard the smile in his voice. "But I'm the first thing you want.

Our faces were overly close, and in that moment something more passed between us. I'd never felt this kind of thing with a guy – such a connection. I knew, in my head, that we were practically strangers; but this thing – whatever it was – made me feel known. Seen. Acknowledged and appreciated and admired.

An armed woman will be more of a target knights on the prowl. and unarmed women can find themselves without defines

Saints, woman, what you do to me... Zara, you're turning me inside-out.

Chiron reminds us that only through recognising and accepting our inner wounds can we find true healing.

The truth has not so much set us free as it has ripped away a carefully constructed facade, leaving us naked to begin again.

Shyness was a defense mechanism I had put up as a small child. Who knows why, but I felt safer keeping to myself than risk getting hurt by other people and I kept up that shield for years.

I learned that life can change in an instant. It can flip over like a box of Styrofoam peanuts, and you're left scrambling to gather enough insulation to survive, before it all blows away. After that, you sink down into what's left, like a fragile glass vase with a crack in it, trying to avoid further damage. One bold year is worth a dozen timid ones....

When you're a kid in a tough family situation, you're painfully vulnerable to trying to fill the void with peers.

The depth of my love for him, of my need for him poured over me, both painful and sweet, both comforting and frightening. If anything happened to him, I didn't know how I would keep going.

Secrets ain't a healthy thang. Secrets ain't a healthy thang, no matter how old they is.

Trust. It was possible to trust that which you could not predict, or plan, or control. In fact, it was essential. It was the only way to really live.