Quotes About Vulnerability

You told me I shouldn't fall in love with you. Remember?" "Yeah, that's because I'm insanely stubborn. I've always thought I was so damn brave. I mean I put myself on the line every single day on the job." He laughed, and it was not in amusement. "But not my heart. Never my heart. And that doesn't make me brave at all. It makes me a coward.

And damn, she was in over her head, because if he had a hold of her heart — which was likely, the sneaky bastard — she wasn't entirely convinced he'd be careful with it.

You might be fearless," he whispered. "You might be independent, but on the inside you're just as in need of love as the rest of us.

I want you to give me a chance." "A chance at what?" Shifting so that he could press his forehead to hers, he said one word. "You." Her breath caught. "Sean," she breathed. "Because you've got me," he said. "All of me.

She spent a lot of time letting people see only what she wanted them to—a hardworking professional woman on top of her game. And yet somehow in a matter of days she'd revealed herself to him, letting him see someone else entirely. The real her, maybe.

But love? I don't think I'm really cut out for that particular emotion. I question everything too much.

It's okay if you don't want to," Sadie said, just as gently. "But from experience as someone who denied all emotions for too long, I can tell you that facing them head on like a badass bitch is the only way to go. Otherwise, they chase you, follow you, haunt you, and believe me, those suckers can outpace you, I swear. You need to just get in front of them and turn and fight.

Your vibrator's batteries are going to die.

The air suddenly felt charged, and he wondered which of them was going to get burned. Most likely him.

Finn?" "Yeah?" "Remember how you said the ball was in my court?" He pressed his forehead to hers for a beat, like he was working on control. She knew she should be as well but she didn't want him to leave, didn't want to be alone in this. "Don't go," she whispered softly.

I don't want to be alone in the end." Her soft, mesmerizing mix of vulnerability, pain, and stubbornness got him right in the heart. "So change the ending of your story." She looked at him like he was crazy, and hell, maybe he was. "You make it sound so easy," she said. This made him laugh roughly. "Nothing about love is easy.

Jill Shalvis

If she hadn't been sitting, her knees wouldn't have held her up, because he kissed away her annoyance, her good sense, any ability to think, everything.

Jill Shalvis

Her mom could barely turn on her laptop without getting six viruses or wiring half her retirement money to a Nigerian prince

That's the second time you've said you're hard to love and it's one hundred percent wrong. You're not hard to love, Lanie.

I'm not built that way, I'm not good at relationships. I'm not good at letting people in and keeping them. I don't know how.

He had no idea what it was about her that got beneath his guard, and he couldn't quite say he liked it, but somehow he liked her, which couldn't be good for either of them.

I don't know where that's is going," she confessed, still looking at his mouth. "Maybe nowhere. I was just …" He smiled. "Feeling brave?" She smiled back, looking so sweet. "Yeah." Damn, he liked her. "Feel free to be brave any time you want.

That's how relationships work. The system falls apart only when you're both too stubborn to go after the other person.

sometimes we try so hard to protect those we care about, we end up hurting them. But that doesn't make that love any less real.

On the best of days, he made her feel things she liked to shove deep, deep down, because going there with him would be like jumping out of a plane – thrilling, exciting… and then certain dismemberment and death.

And now he had her in his arms, this amazing, prickly, suspicious, hardheaded woman that he was falling for in spite of himself because she was also sweet and kind and had the biggest heart of anyone he'd ever met. Falling hard. It was going to take a lot to convince her that he was a good idea, although he was pretty sure her body might've already made its decision. He had no idea what it would take to persuade the rest of her.

I used to think that love was all about red roses and expensive dinners. But the truth is, love is letting your mate steal a piece of bread off your plate. It's being awoken by snoring and refraining from shoving him out of bed. It's talking in code and trying to embarrass one another in public. It's going on adventures and making fun of each other. It's stupid fights and memorable make-ups." She squeezed Molly's hand.