Quotes About Vulnerability

It should be dangerous to attack a warrior, but when we turn our protectors into cowed puppies, they sometimes do not even have the spirit to defend themselves from the kicks of an ungrateful public. And in the end, they may not be able to protect us and our loved ones at the moment of truth. It

Our stories remind us how precious and fragile life can be-- and that we must risk our hearts everyday to know happiness.

The patients there were mostly teenaged girls, with the occasional boy. I thought of us all as tigers with thorns in our paws. We were beautiful beasts who'd gotten injured by life, by loss or trauma or shock, and if we could just get the splinters out of our paws, we'd be fine. My thorn was the fact that my mother had left me. Megan

Alles van waarde is weerloos, wordt van aanraakbaarheid rijk.

they say a baby's true babtism occurs when hefirst falls out of bed

Por favor. ¿Podrían limpiarle los ojos? —A la mierda sus ojos. —Inclínate un poco, Jesse. Le lamí la sangre de los ojos. Tardé mucho rato; la sangre estaba espesa y reseca, pegada en las pestañas. Tenía que escupirla a cada momento. Con el cerco rojizo, sus ojos despedían un destello ambarino. —Eh, Maggie, a ver esa sonrisa. (Del cuento A ver esa sonrisa)

Everyone's scared of something. Not everyone has the courage to admit it.

that at all. We're so used to failure, to being hurt and rebuffed, that we can easily come unhinged by success.

who among us can imagine ourselves unimagined? who among us can speak with so fragile tongue and remain proud?

There is none made so great, but he may both need the help and service, and stand in fear of the power and unkindness, even of the meanest of mortals.

Conversation has a kind of charm about it, an insuating and insidious something that elicits secrets from us just like love or liquor.

He that visits the sick in hopes of a legacy, but is never so friendly in all other cases, I look upon him as being no better than a raven that watches a weak sheep only to peck out its eyes.

the reality of fear: your not afraid of the dark, your afraid of what's in it. your not afraid of heights, your afraid of falling. your not afraid of the people around you, your afraid of what they might think. your not afraid to love, your afraid of love not coming back. your not afraid to try again, your afraid of getting hurt for the same reason.

the fact that Stacy seems to feel some kind of rapport with that woebegone creature, the fact that whether this is because she feels fierce and free, or caged and cowed, doesn't bear thinking about.

Again the captive was unchained and brought before them––a young girl, alone and friendless, before a convocation of trained men, and without counsel, advocate, or attorney. During the day before she had been interrupted at almost every word, and secretaries of the English King recorded her replies as they pleased, distorting her answers as they saw fit.

He touched her in that place that was for him alone and shuddered at her readiness for him.  Had she gotten this wet, this quickly?

She only knew that they intimidated her, with their savage candor and their awful neediness, which invariably left her feeling inadequate and helpless.

Chi sostiene un sistema schiavistico non si ferma mai a riflettere su come egli stesso potrebbe diventarne vittima.

You can be strapped to the most stable chair and still feel the world give way beneath you.

Can't you hear it? you said. When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it's safe inside your mouth.

I love feeling loved. I don't love knowing that I will always come in second place. I love the fact that at least sometimes when I am in my home, I'm not alone.I don't love the fact that it's not always. I love not having to answer to him. I don't love that he doesn't answer to me.I love the way I feel when I am with him. I don't love the way I feel when I'm not

How do you do it? Do what? All of it. You know. Go to class and practice. Make it through the day. Act like ... like none if it mattered. Jason swore beneath his breath and pulled the car over. Then he reached across the seat and brushed his thumb over her cheek; until then, she hadn't been aware she was crying. Trix, he sighed, it mattered.

She believed that unadulterated devotion had its share of protective power, as if love were a steel grinder that Fates could not snip through. She also believed that the moment you relaxed your guard, the moment you were anything less than ferocious in your keeping, that was the moment it could all be snatched away.

Safety is relative. You can be so close to shore that you can practically feel it under your feet, when you suddenly find yourself breaking apart on the rocks.