Quotes About Vulnerability

A lot of men & women would rather stay single because they're tired of giving their everything and ending up with nothing.

A lot of people would rather stay single because they're tired of giving their everything and ending up with nothing.

I must learn to love the fool in me, the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries.

I am not desperate for a relationship, but I do miss the feeling of having someone that can make me smile and feel appreciated. Someone that can make calling and texting me the first and last thing they do everyday. Someone that will be there to hold me when I feel vulnerable. Someone that will look past my defects and love me for who I am. Someone that will give me butterflies in my stomach everytime we're together. Someone that I can call mine.

I'm weak, it's true. Because I'm afraid to know the answer...do you want me too?

Im so weak right now, I just want you to hold me all night. Its gon be hard sleeping alone tonight when I feel like I need you here.

Never take anyone in your life for granted. Anyone can be taken, at any time in our lives, don't wait until they're gone to say the things you never had the courage to say before.

Some people aren't afraid of commitment, they're actually afraid of committing to someone who won't commit to them.

Im not afraid of commitment. I'm afraid of committing to someone who wont commit to me.

Everyone that you meet comes with baggage. Find someone who loves you enough to help you unpack.

Three issues you need to take good care in a relationship; trust issues, commitment issues and communication issues.

Relationships fail because of trust issues, commitment issues and communication issues.

I've had a rough six months, okay?" she cried. "Little Blue was my last friend, and frankly the last time his batteries ran out I had a fleeting moment of panic that he'd been compromised!

He pushed up a little, raising his head to look into her eyes. After a moment, weariness settled into his features. "It's too late regardless. I'm yours now." I'm yours. The beautiful opposite of what Peter White had said to her. You're mine now, he'd crowed, as if she were a purchased treat. The difference, it seemed, between a boy and a man. Just as Jude had promised.

I think he could handle being used. It would be good for him. He's having trouble sleeping.

Ben hid a wince behind his hand, trying very hard not to think of seventy-year-old Ellie Verstgard rolling around with Mr. Wenner. Despite his best resistance, the image scrolled across his brain and took some of his love for the world with it.

You know that's not what I mean! I just...I don't know what to do with men. I get nervous. I make too many jokes. I act like a kid sister instead of their fantasy sex machine.

Emma snapped from her daze. She sat forward and slid to ground so quickly that Hart was forced to scoot back.He fell to his backside, suddenly struck with the image of how he must look: sprawled on the floor with a cockstand, a pair of pink drawers in his fist. Utterly ridiculous. Corrupt. Depraved. Hart couldn't help but grin.

She'd never felt more powerful. She wanted to do this again. In an hour. In the middle of the night. In the morning. She wanted to wake up like this, shaking and strong and whole and broken all at once.

I've written a few songs that have to do with being in a relationship, the bad and the good.

Answer these questions as fast as you can, ready?'...'Close your eyes; it works better that way'...'What's you DOB?'...'What's your phone number ?'...'How old is your mom?'...'How many cousins do you have?'...'What's eight plus fifteen?'...'What's the first number of your locker combo?

Some days, it was enough just to know that I had a packet of blades in the house. They were a cold, very sharp, security blanket.

Then he pushed the covers down and settled on his side, curled in close against Noam—close enough to lend Noam his heat. Dara tipped their brows together and let their noses brush, Dara's hand a knot against Noam's chest. "Be okay," he pleaded, demanded. He wished more than anything that he could force Noam to obey.

When you give your all to another person and he throws it in your face, you stop short and wonder why.