Quotes About Vulnerability

Astfel, omul r?mâne, în acela?i timp, un redutabil animal de prad? ?i un ucenic vr?jitor genial, dar... foarte infantil. ?i totu?i, în el trebuie s? sper?m atâta timp cât putem s? sper?m, ?i el trebuie s? cear? încrederea semenilor s?i.

Chacun, de sa place, quelle que soit sa position sociale, quels que soient ses choix de vie, ses attachements, ses valeurs ou ses fidélités, finit par découvrir un jour avec plus ou moins de brutalité, de stupeur, de résistances, de lucidité ou d'ouverture qu'il est un infirme relationnel, un inadapté dans le partage intime, un handicapé de la communication proche.

Whenever you feel the urge' go and lie down' somewhere nice and warm' and take a nap. But mind you don't just fall asleep anywhere when you're in a weak state. If you've found a good spot where you feel relaxed' it's because you're protected there. Try and stick to it. That's very important.

I love you. Feel that. It beats for you. If you want me, you'll make me the happiest man in the world. If you don't, then there will simply be a hole here. My heart is yours to take or to break

My heart was glass, daily shattered Your love the glue, repairing the tattered.

Every seed goes through the tremendous struggle of losing itself – losing its safety and integrity and becoming vulnerable to every outside force that's around. But without that vulnerability, without the breaking, without the shedding of the shell, life won't sprout.

Generally, the smartest people on the planet – those people who think they are really smart – tend to have the most horrible relationships.

From the very moment he had first laid eyes on her, his hearts had gone all aflutter. His stony countenance had never wavered, for he had been taught well never to be the sort of warrior to show a weakness, yet 'twas for a certainty he had felt all the giddiness of a young boy by merely locking gazes with her.

Me conmueves toda tú representando tu vida con esa pasión tan torpe y tan limpia, como el que quiere matarse para contar: soy suicida.

Me tienes en tus manos y me lees igual que un libro. Sabes lo que yo ignoro y me dices las cosas que no me digo.

Tienes que oír mi amor con su voz, tocarlo en su carne, aceptarlo como es, desnudo y libre.

Si te sacas los ojos y los lavas en el agua purísima del llanto, ¿por qué no el corazón ponerlo al aire, al sol, un rato?

He was insane, he thought people were trying to destroy him, to suck out his guts, but, she noted, in the rare event that someone was trying to destroy you, to suck out your guts, insanity was a goodly metaphysics.

Be real with Father and resist the urges to crawl back into your shell and silently endure lifelessness.

Of course, I now see that good behaviour is the proper posture of the weak, of children.

At the top of the page I wrote my full name [...] At the sight of it, many thoughts rushed through me, but I could write down only this: "I wish I could love someone so much that I would die from it." And then as I looked at this sentence a great deal of shame came over me and I wept and wept so much that the tears fell on the page and caused all the words to become one great big blur.

Je suis si vulnérable aux besoins et à l'influence des membres de ma famille que de temps en temps je m'en tiens à l'écart. Je ne leur écris pas. Je ne leur rends pas visite. Je ne mens pas, je ne nie pas, je me tiens seulement à l'écart.

Jag önskar att jag kunde älska någon så högt att jag bara dog. Och när jag tittade på denna mening sköljde en våg av skam över mig. Jag brast i gråt och tårarna trillade ner på boksidan tills orden förvandlades till en stor plump.

She could imagine the demise of the fowl of the air, fish in the sea, mankind itself, but not that the only man she had ever loved would no longer love her. She complained about the weather, she complained about all sorts of things that ordinarily she would not have noticed; she criticized my behavior, and then she criticized herself for criticizing me.

The snow was the color and texture of a half-cooked egg white, making the world seem soft and lovely and - unexpectedly, to me - nourishing. That the world I was in could be soft, lovely, and nourishing was more than I could bear, and so I stood there and wept, for I didn't want to love one more thing in my life, didn't want one more thing that could make my heart break into a million little pieces at my feet.

That the world I was in could be soft, lovely, and nourishing was more than I could bear, and so I stood there and wept, for I didn't want to love one more thing that could make my heart break into a million little pieces at my feet.

Unhappiness] comes to you. You come into the world screaming. You cry when you're born because your lungs expand. You breathe. I think that's really kind of significant. You come into the world crying, and it's a sign that you're alive.

To eat an egg, you must break the shell.

Our weaknesses are always evident, both to ourselves and others. But our strengths are hidden until we choose to reveal them--and that is when we are truly tested. When all that we have within is exposed, and we may no longer blame our inadequacies for our failure, but must instead depend upon our strengths to succeed ... that is when the measure of a man is taken, my boy.