Quotes About Vulnerability

You show your vulnerability through relationships, and those feelings are your soft spot. You need to have a soft spot.

Love is being able to talk to someone else without effort, without hiding, and at the same time to feel absolutely comfortable not saying a word.

No author was immune from having his own ideas and words quoted back to him favorably. Authors were, at heart, no matter how much they blustered or how suavely they carried themselves, insecure creatures with sensitive egos, as delicate in the constitution as movie stars, only much poorer and less glamorous.

I laughed, even though inside me the little dog of my soul was sitting at attention, nose and ears to the wind.

During our visits, he consumed an embarrassingly varied assortment of cheap beer and wine, vacillating between fury and melancholy as one might imagine Richard Nixon to be doing not far away. Sometimes he choked on his emotions so badly I feared I would have to perform the Heimlich maneuver on him.

There is always something. That is confession's nature.

He winced. I had hit him where it hurt, in the solar plexus of his conscience, where everyone who was an idealist was vulnerable. Disarming an idealist was easy. One only needed to ask why the idealist was not on the front line of the particular battle he had chosen. The question was one of commitment.

A person's strength was always his weakness, and vice versa. The weakness was there to be seen if one could see it.

What makes us human is that we're the only creatures on this planet that can fuck ourselves

I cannot be the only one who believes that if others just saw who I really was, then I would be understood and, perhaps, loved. But what would happen if one took off the mask and the other saw one not with love but with horror, disgust, anger? What if the self that one exposes is as unpleasing to others as the mask, or even worse?

No matter whether my eyes were open or shut, I could still see it, the crapulent major's third eye, weeping because of what it could see about me.

He winced. I had hit him where it hurt, in the solar plexus of his conscience, where everyone who was an idealist was vulnerable. Disarming an idealist was easy. One only needed to ask why the idealist was not on the front line of the particular battle he had chosen.

Like the homeless, refugees are living embodiments of a disturbing possibility: that human privileges are quite fragile, that one's home, family, and nation are one catastrophe away from being destroyed.

Can you join, ask sincerely for affection without sweaty hand of expectation, understanding and accepting if it never is given?

Am i a photograph you gaze at in moments of weakness? You ordered me off my knees into your arms Wasn't to beg that I knelt; only to see you once from below.

Orwell says somewhere that no one ever writes the real story of their life. The real story of a life is the story of its humiliations.

Beware of a naked person who promises to buy you clothes.

Fortune is like a wall that falls on those who lean on it.

Hate is something we do when we are afraid to love.

Never love the person who can't protect you.

The man who uses big words is afraid that if people knew what he was talking about, they would know he didn't know what he was talking about.

The people who are comfortable with your weakness are only making it easier for you to fail.

We are nothing here but just candles burning in the wind.

You may make fun of those who are under 6 and over 70 if you will, because they will get neither angry nor sad. Moreover, they will not even hurt you by their words.