Quotes About Vulnerability

We all have scars. It's when you're honest about them that you find the people who will love you in spite of your nicks and dents. Perhaps even because of them. The people who don't. These people aren't the ones for you.

We all have scars.

The sweetness of his longing dives to a tender, bruised place in me.

We all have scars. It's when you're honest about them that you find the people who will love you in spite of your nicks and dents. Perhaps even because of them. The people who don't? Those people aren't the ones for you.

Usually, the foreman found some reason to hold back some of Rusty's check, because Rusty'd showed up a few minutes late, or broke some tool, or something. He knew Rusty couldn't say anything about it, any more than all the illegals who worked down there could. Some folks just have to keep their heads down and take it, even if it's not fair, because they don't have anywhere else to go.

It's when you're honest about them that you find the people who will love you in spite of your nicks and dents. Perhaps even because of them. The people who don't? Those people aren't the ones for you.

gave in and let the tears happen. A good rain smooths out the soil, Wilda Culp used to say. I needed a good rain.

This music of old age…it isn't made for dancing. It's so…lonely. You're a burden to everyone.

Come about five minutes from now, you'll be stranded like a horned toad

It's hard to believe that, not so many years ago, orphaned children were little more than chatte

One by one, drops fell from her eyes like they were on an assembly line - gather, fall, slide...gather, fall, slide...each one commemorating something she had lost. Hope. Faith. Confidence. Pride. Security. Trust. Independence. Joy. Beauty. Freedom. Innocence.

She didn't mind a little rain. At least no one would see her cry.

This is our big chance to see what people think of us. The real us. We have to show em there's nothing to be afraid of. If we don't get over our fears, they never will.

We suffer each other to have each other a while.

Dwelling As though touching her might make him known to himself, as though his hand moving over her body might find who he is, as though he lay inside her, a country his hand's traveling uncovered, as though such a country arose continually up out of her to meet his hand's setting forth and setting forth. And the places on her body have no names. And she is what's immense about the night. And their clothes on the floor are arranged for forgetfulness.

Nothing saves him who's never loved. No world is safe in that one's keeping.

Childhood? Which childhood? The one that didn't last? The one in which you learned to be afraid?

We both have some shattered edges," he whispered. "But maybe God isn't afraid of our brokenness. I hope he's not, anyway.

Loving someone is kind of like offering forgiveness. There's no guarantee that they're not going to hurt you again. You can't promise perfection. But you choose to love and you choose to forgive, because living in fear of being hurt again is just a facsimile of life.

We both have some shattered edges," he whispered. "But maybe God isn't afraid of our brokenness."~Eli

Maybe that's why she loved him. Because she saw he own brokenness reflected in him, and it didn't scare her anymore. ~Violet

There are a few things as heartbreaking to me as seeing a person swimming in a T-shirt. And I can speak with the authority of someone who did it for years. It is conspicuous. It bogs you down. When you get out of the water, you take half the lake with you. It takes the fun out of swimming and puts a visual metaphor to the burdens of a negative body image.

But it was no use. I had the kind of heart that would always be breaking.

all gods were like that: the knife behind the smile, the drop of poison in the honey jar. They liked to bind you to them, make you dance on razorblades.