Quotes About Vulnerability

We're all of us equally naked before the jaws of pain.

If you know that much," I said, "if you are that powerful, why did you hire a bodyguard to bring you here?" "My feet don't reach the pedals.

The eyes are a window to the soul. Literally. Looking someone steadily in the eyes is an uncomfortable, intense experience for anyone. If you don't believe me, pick a stranger sometime, and just go up to them and stare them in the eye until that moment when there's a sudden acknowledgement of lowered barriers, that moment that inspires awkward silences and racing hearts.

We're all of us equally naked before the jaws of pain.

I took a slow breath and stepped past her, to face the king of the Red Court. He was kinda little.

I don't want to get killed. Or arrested. I'm really bad at being arrested. Or killed.

I lay still, hoping to fool my captor into thinking I was barely conscious and weak as a kitten. Which should be easy, since I was. I've never really had much ambition as a performer.

Body or mind, heart or soul, we're all human, and we're supposed to feel pain. You cut yourself off from it at your own risk.

If Lara wanted me dead, it would have happened already. It would have been abrupt, swift, and well executed, and I probably wouldn't have had much of a chance to respond. I might never realize it had happened

Her fate was, she realized, entirely in the hands of another person. Captain

Aurora turned her lovely face fully toward me and regarded me with deep, quiet eyes. "Yes." Unease gnawed at my belly as she continued. "The strong conquer and the weak are conquered. That is Winter. That is what you have learned." She leaned closer and said, quietly emphatic, "That is what makes you dangerous. Do you see?

Tears are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of compassion.

Nathan speaks suddenly, with violence, against Roy's shoulder. "I like you a whole lot. I really do. And I want you to like me the same way." "I do," he says.

I don't want to get married or run away. I want my free will. I just want to love someone and not get fucked over.

In fact he was as lovesick as a high schooler of an especially sensitive sort who wonders if he dare share a poem with his beloved or whether she will laugh at him. He does read her the poem and her feminine capacity for romanticism for a moment approaches his own and they are suffused in a love trance, a state that so ineluctably peels back the senses making them fresh again whatever ages the lovers might be.

Goddamn but her mind was so exhausted with trying to hold the world together, tired of being the living glue for herself, as if she let go, great pieces of her life would shatter and fall off in mockery of the apocalypse.

His wife held him and they sat there an hour vomiting up their souls, saying everything that was possible to say about their multiple faults that had kept them apart. Finally they made love to the obnoxious music of mosquitoes on the wooden floor of the porch.

He's quite a thinker. I stood up and started to take off my clothes. He got down on the floor. We really went to town all evening and I sent him home before midnight.

She is also the least defenseless woman I have ever known.

The most sophisticated people I know--inside they're all children. We never really loose a certain sense we had when we were kids.

one motion of individual want sends trembles around a circle of dependents, until the whole helpless ring knocks and shakes like a tray of wineglasses in an unsteady waiter's hands. Any music they make is random, involuntary and brief; one can't be still unless they all are, and they never are.

I hate myself pretty often .She tilted her face back on the pillow, damning tears and attempting so smile at the same time. Pretty fucking often

Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power.

Sticks and stones can't break my soul But words, they seem to sometimes harm me— Maybe it's because I'm forever hungry— ...for the truth of love.