Quotes About Vulnerability

you've gotta take love where you can find it in this cruel world and hold on tight for as long as you can, because you never know what will steal it from you.

Authentic Instruction is not always comforting or comfortable.

It didn't occur to me that I never named my own mystery illness the spring before (except to misdiagnose it to friends as mono), because I'd been afraid to admit, even to my mother, how much I'd wanted to lie down somewhere and hide. Black women, tall and strong as cypress trees, didn't pull that. Pain and shame and cowardice and fear had to be kept secret.

She didn't have the courage that she'd thought she had a moment ago. She felt humiliated and unable to strip herself fully naked, expose herself and her scars to this man.

but she saw now that to be free would mean fully exposing herself, stripping naked in a way that would trap her

Why does one person miraculously survive against all odds, while others perish when all they had to do was wait to be rescued?

Whatever the answers, I am now pushed up against the Monster I've been trying to hide from. And suddenly I face two paths. Just two choices: Either accept this and allow myself to be violated all over again—remain the Anonymous Girl and hide even deeper behind my masks and coping mechanisms. Or this time stand tall. Fight back. Be seen. No longer the ghost.

herself to her knees. The floor was rotted wood. He unsheathed the knife he'd taken from her, and he sliced through the rope securing her wrists. She winced as her left arm fell free. Eugene reached for the jacket zipper at her neck. With a ripping sound he yanked it down and pushed open her jacket. He slid it off her shoulders. Her jacket fell to the ground. He punched her

Because if you do, Kit, if you see a shocking secret that someone desperately wants to keep hidden, you could be in trouble. People—rich people—will do anything to protect themselves

This time he heard his sister clearly sniffling and blowing her nose. It sliced him. Lou, his capable, businesslike older sister, was crying.

This is it. No more secrets. No more walls. The now is all we've got. I want truth. The whole truth. I'm no longer afraid of looking too deep. I'm ready no matter what I find.

Because you're an asshole! Because you can't think beyond your dick. You are a weak, vulnerable target. You and your fragile male ego. I—" She swipes tears from her face. "I knew you were lying. Deep down, I knew.

Everyone now knows that the woman was mentally unstable and desperate for attention. She set you up, targeted you. She admitted it.

You're kidding? These people live in a glass box with no option to shut the world out? That's kind of—" "Exhibitionist. Yeah. Fishbowl-like." "I was going to say vulnerable," she says softly.

How men are like little ants on the crust of the earth, busying themselves with all that is so important, but their lives and industry are just a blink in geological time, really. Borrowed time at that. Mother Earth has only to shrug a shoulder in her sleep, and all the little men and houses go tumbling and scattering, and the men go fleeing for safer sanctuary.

It sort of is," says Joe. "It's been like that for . . . My mom sometimes needs someone to watch out for her. She—she gets drunk, high, does stupid things.

it wasn't just bad guys who hurt young girls, it was bureaucracy. Pride. Territorialism

Part of me is looking for a way to destroy myself." She pauses. "And now you are judging me. I can see it. In your eyes." "This is a safe space, Paisley. You should feel free to say anything here.

Go away," he said. "Do you know you've almost no clothes on?" "Never mind. I need—" "Never mind? Listen to me, Miss Innocence. There are many things a man can 'never mind.' A nearly naked woman isn't one of them.

Masculine pride is an exceedingly precious and fragile thing

He cleared his throat, "Zoe, i think you said you love me." "I did say it. I do love you with all my heart." "I see." There was a long pause, then he said, "For how long has this been going on?" "I don't know," she said, "Sometimes i think it started a long, long time ago." "You might have mentioned it." "I didn't want to encourage it," she said, "I thought it was a bad idea.

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Maybe the brutal bedding had destroyed a part of her brain.

It wasn't the time and place. He oughtn't to rush his fences. But she'd waved her arms, and that made her womanly parts jiggle and he could only keep one idea in his head at a time, and in any case, oughts never went down smoothly with him. He was who he was, and that wasn't a good boy. And so down he went, and crushed her sulky little mouth under his.