Quotes About Vulnerability

You haven't yet opened your heart fully, to life, to each moment. The peaceful warrior's way is not about invulnerability, but absolute vulnerability--to the world, to life, and to the Presence you felt. All along I've shown you by example that a warrior's life is not about imagined perfection or victory; it is about love. Love is a warrior's sword; wherever it cuts, it gives life, not death.

The bullied straight kid goes home to a shoulder to cry on and support and can talk freely about his experience at school and why he's being bullied. I couldn't go home and open up to my parents.

Relationships are monuments build on lies

The shortest route to courage is absolute ignorance.

It's not the substance of what you make known to me that's beautiful; it's the opening of your heart. It is the 'yes' in your heart to be mine. The fact that you are revealing the secrets and letting me peer into your heart--that is in itself the beautiful part.

He gathered her against him tightly, chest to chest, hip to hip. She wouldn't have minded staying there forever. "I wanted to do this from the moment I saw you sleeping in my bed," he murmured against her mouth. "I just wanted to shoot you," she said the first thing that popped into her dazed mind.

Now how am I supposed to kiss you?" He put himself out there. If she smacked him down, so be it. Instead, the corner of her mouth turned up. "I can be kissed in other places.

She stripped out of her bra first, then her panties. "Happy?" "I could be happier.

As he waited for her, he braced himself for the sight of her, ready to turn out the light as soon as she reached her bed. But when Daniela came in, she wasn't wearing her nightgown. She returned from the bathroom in a bath towel. And then she locked the door behind her and dropped the towel. Drops of water glistened on her naked skin as if she'd been painted with diamonds. "Christ," he breathed.

He blinked. "Have you ever run naked through the woods?" "Certainly." She allowed a moment to enjoy the way his eyes flared. "Why? His voice roughened, deepened, back to that just-awakened grizzly-bear tone. "To be one with nature, without barriers. To feel the wind and the moonlight on my skin." Several seconds passed before he responded. "You can't feel moonlight." She smiled…

He scissored his legs, pulled hers out from under her, and brought her to the ground. Then, on some stupid impulse, he rolled on top of her to immobilize her, like he would have with an enemy combatant. She stared up at him, wide-eyed, her long hair spread over the carpet of autumn leaves. She was soft against all his hard places. "Maybe I could get into this one-with-nature business.

But being a substitute parent? Him? It was a tall order for a guy who couldn't even keep a houseplant alive.

I thought he might kiss me as we sat shivering on the bank of the spring with our clothes soaked through and our feet dangling in the steaming water. We looked into each other's eyes the way I'd always imagined people did right before they leaned in closer and touched lips for the first time. But that was all we did. We looked at each other. Into each other. We were still clutching hands.

I'd watched enough TV in the lonely afternoons after school, before there was a cheese shop to go to, to know that there were boys who lied, who knew how to say just the right thing or give you just the right look. Boys who could make you feel a way you thought you didn't deserve to feel.

She raised her head again. "Aren't you supposed to come over all manly man and forbid the little lady from taking such risks with her fragile self?" "I like my balls right where they are," he said, and she laughed and put her head back down on his chest. Kate Shugak to Jim Chopin Though Not Dead

If cyberspace can screw with you, it will.

He can make me laugh when all I want to do is cry. He can make me see the good in a situation when all I see is the bad. He knows when life should be taken seriously — and when it shouldn't. He's delightful and funny and clever — and not afraid to make a total cake of himself."

He feared her, desired her, thought he'd very well kill any man who dared look twice at her, and here she was, expecting him to walk her home, as though he were a — a goddamned gentleman or something. Didn't she know the only one from whom she needed protection was him?

Ah, such pluck, such fire! Indeed, madam, I will touch you . . . but were you to go down without a fight, I should be sadly disappointed. . . So, indulge yourself, Maeve, and"—his fingers caught her collar and pulled it downward, exposing her neck and shoulders to his mouth—"fight.

the only thing tears ever brought a person were wrinkles before their time.

Just promise me one thing." Gareth raised a brow in question. "That if you get in over your head, you'll contact me." His black eyes stared levelly into Gareth's, and Gareth realized that, for the first time, his brother was treating him as an equal. "Sometimes it takes more courage for a man to put aside his pride and admit he needs help than to try to manage on his own." "I shall remember that." "You do that," Lucien said.

Grown women didn't cry; tough, hardened, pirate queens didn't cry. Damn her eyes, what the hell was wrong with her? Her lover stirred—and Maeve froze. Dark azure eyes opened, and he looked lazily up at her through his lashes. "There now, what's this? Did I do something wrong?" He sat up, and tried to reach for her. "Say something wrong?" But she only leapt up and off the bed, putting distance between them.

Lady Simms?" he whispered. "Yes?" He swallowed hard, gathering the courage to say what he must. "You . . . you won't leave me, will you?

Wipe the scowl off yer face, Sunshine," he said. "It's unbecoming." "You took a liberty with me." "You all but asked me to." "You were… vulgar." "What, by showing ye the effect ye have on me? By forcing ye to listen to yer own body?" He gave a little laugh. "' Twas only a kiss. Not like I stole yer virtue or anythin'." He deposited