Quotes About Vulnerability

the battles your enemy wages against you—especially the most acute, consistent ones—possess a personality to them, an intimate knowledge of who you are and the precise pressure points where you can most easily be taken down.

Any shield you make of your own hands cannot withstand the destructive power of the Olethron," Ruwach said. "But your seed can.

We," she repeated, laughing as though both hurt and astounded. "It really is 'we' now, isn't it?" With a shy, even scared, smile, she helped him pull free his weathered robes. "When I can't find you," he said, "or even when you turn away, I feel … I feel hollow, as though my heart's a thing of smoke … Isn't that 'we'?

Though all men be equally frail before the world, the differences between them are terrifying." —

Few things were as incalculable as men who were at once stupid and thin-skinned.

She understood, and it terrified her, for it was a thing too near to love.

They had me on my back. And then they all swarmed at once. Bony hands pawed at me. The grunts and groans rang in my ears. I screamed as their sharp fingers punctured my chest - and ripped it open. I kept screaming as they lowered their ugly heads and began to feed.

In this whole screwed-up town, you're the only thing that's always been right to me, he whispered. I love you, Claire. She saw something that might have been just a flash of panic go across his expression, but then he steadied again. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I do. I love you.

Marriage is a big word for all guys," Shane said. "You know that. It's kind of an allergy. We get itchy and sweaty just trying to spell it, much less do it.

Promise me, Amelie, that you'll crucify me with silver before you allow me to fall in love." "I hardly think there's any chance of that," Amelie said. I doubt you have the capacity.

I just—we were talking, and we fell asleep. I swear, we didn't, um—'' ''Yeah, you'd better not have ummed.

Jeez, Claire. If I didn't love you, you'd scare me.

He (Michael) was gone in a whisper of air, hardly making any sound at all, and Claire shivered and leaned against Shane's solid, very human warmth. His arms went around her, and he touched his lips lightly to the back of her neck. "How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we've had?" "I sweat perfume. Like all girls.

Of course, we could all die soon. I'm writing because Michael's patrolling the house and Shane and Claire are asleep. It may be the last chance I have to write anything down. So in case that's true, I want to say that I love Shane and Claire, and I love Michael, and staying here in the Glass House has been the best time in my entire life.... But if it all ends here, at least it's ending with the people I really love.

It's not your enemies who are likeliest to hurt you. It is, always, those you trust.

Define better with that guy. Not all fangs and raaaaar.

It's a sad day when Myrnin is the safe choice, she thought. Apparently, he thought so, too, because he gave her a long, troubled look before pressing his thumb to a glass plate inside the room and opening the door.

Trav, if you cross us -- I know. You'll get me. I'll try not to pee all over myself in terror.

From Shane's Point of View: Jester talking to Shane: What's the matter? You afraid you'd bite your skinny little girlfriend? Jester laughed. She's already someone else's, you know. I can smell the bite on her. He's marked her. Myrnin. Shut up, I said, and kicked him in the face.

Myrnin to Claire: If anyone comes to bite you while I'm gone - well, try not to attract attention. Die quietly.

Claire, I-Look, my life is one long series of screw-ups and bad decisions, and I know that. I own that. But you...I just want you to be happy. And it cuts me when you're not. I'm happy with you. She heard the smile in his voice this time. So what do you really want? A storybook life in Vampireville, with your life on the line every day and a half? I'm considering it, she said. And she was.

Monica looked even more confused. Nobody ever turned down being part of the queenbee's inner circle. After that second of vulnerability, though, her face hardened. Don't diss me,Danvers. I'm warning you. I'm not dissing you. Claire sighed. I'm ignoring you. There's a difference. Dissing you implies I think you're actually important.

When things seem calmest, that is the time you should fear the most, it's when you have the most to lose.

Fire is always ready to burn the hand it warms.