Quotes About Vulnerability

This is what it means to be human, Bex thought. We are all just canvases for our scars.

I told you because I didn't know how not to.

Any smidgen of emotion revealed would crack the careful mask of control and leave the person in pieces.

It was tough to admit to yourself that someone else had more courage than you would in the same situation, or that it was possible to love someone in a way that you had not personally experienced.

Sometimes I think there's no such thing as falling in love. It's just the fear of losing someone.

I just know that, at that moment, I remember feeling like the world had turned itself inside out. It's the child who's supposed to cry, and the mom who makes it all better, not the other way around, which is why mothers will move heaven and earth to hold it together in front of their own kids.

You trust someone who makes spaces for you in his or her life…so much so that if you leave, they will del the absence. You give someone your vulnerable, unshelled heart wrapped in a question: What will you do with it?

kids are more like us than we think: damaged, through and through. *

Aprendi com a minha própria filha que não precisamos estar acordados para chorar.

I didn't want to be treated like him," Josie said, answering her mother, when what she really meant was, I wasn't brave enough.

It turned out people truly did cry into their coffee cups.

Raw love, like raw heart-ache, could blindside you.

What she really meant was: here is my heart, have a care.

you have to find that rare someone for whom you're not putting on a show. Someone who shines a spotlight in your direction--not because you're who they need you to be, or who they want you to be...just because you're you.

Death is the guest you didn't invite: arriving when you least expect it, when you least need it, and when you least want it. It's a blow from behind. A knife in the back. The shadow that's following you. It's why you always keep looking over your shoulder.

You're not hiding, but you're sitting in a gay bar at dinnertime. You're not hiding, but you're wearing that suit like it's armor.

Driving home, I am struck by the sudden thought that the world is inflatable, trees and grass and houses ready to collapse with the single prick of a pin. I have the sense that if I veer the car to the left, smash through the picket fence and the little Tykes playground, it will bounce us back like a rubber bumper.

Things that break—be they bones, hearts, or promises—can be put back together but will never really be whole. And

I knew what happened when you let yourself get close to someone, when you started to believe they loved you: you'd be disappointed.

In her experience, the moment you showed you were weak in front of someone, they'd use it against you.

Just because I get close to something that makes a lot of people uncomfortable doesn't mean I'm special. It just means I am willing to get close to the things that make people uncomfortable.

Death wasn't something you could control. In fact, it would always have the upper hand.

Employment does not necessarily protect people from precarious living.

Unele rani sunt prea mari pentru a fi cusute. Trebuie sa le lasi deschise si sa le protejezi pana ce peste ele creste alta piele. Dar noua piele nu are terminatii nervoase normale, te tine in viata, dar amortit.