Quotes About Vulnerability

Ana Clara contou que tinha um namorado que endoidava quando ela tirava os cílios postiços, a cena do biquíni não tinha a menor importância mas assim que começava a tirar os cílios, era a glória. Os olhos nus. Em verdade vos digo que chegará o dia em que a nudez dos olhos será mais excitante do que a do sexo.

Daqui a pouco ficarei em cacos na sua mão - balbuciou. E como sentisse que ele afrouxava o braço, animou-o novamente. - Mas eu quero que seja assim.

Burglars! Good gracious!' cried the little woman, springing from the bed in one bound. The word 'burglar' was a terrible one to her, as it is indeed, to every well-constituted woman. 'Robbery' does not sound nearly so awe-inspiring.

I live in constant fear of being fired or dropped for that dark part of my work I can't control.

Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.

So often I have felt alone in my journey, yet I've been afraid to let anyone see my fear and weakness.

Besides re-arming myself with joy, I need to know the holes in my defenses, the places where I'm vulnerable and where the enemy has successfully attacked me before.

As I just told Miriam, we'll die a hundred times before the day finally comes if we give in to fear.

She loved him, and her heart was breaking. If she had known how much it hurt to love someone, she never would have given away her heart. But it wasn't a question of giving as much as falling.

It was Alec who brought their lips together. Seregil's first reaction was disbelief. But Alec was insistent, clumsy but determined. It lasted an instant, an eternity, that one awkward kiss, and it spoke silent volumes of bewildered honesty. The moment that followed was too fragile for words.

Whether male or female, there is within you a softness, a gentleness, a sweetness so beautiful you might weep from the feeling, were you to touch it. Aggressive or tender, beggar or billionaire, we all have it, for it is what we are. This sweetness has nothing to do with personality. It's not about being weak rather than strong, a doormat rather than a mighty general. It has to do with you, for it is what you

He lifed his head and looked down at her seriously. "Could you," he began, then he had to clear his throat. "Could you learn to be fond of me?" he asked. "With enough time?" She looked at him in surprise. It was the first time in all their acquaintance that she'd heard him sound the least bit hesitant. "I don't need to learn anything," she said, before she thought better of it.

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the heartless practice of exposing unpromising infants

She was halfway through the second yard when she heard Cyprien fall and curse. No man in the world will turn down a blow job, Alex thought as she dodged through yards and around the houses, putting as much distance between them as she could. And no man, not even Cyprien, could chase a girl with his pans down.

For that reason, trusting men had never come naturally to Kat, which was why she was still a virgin at thirty-five.

So why didn't I make the choices necessary to do that? Because nice girls just don't ask for help. They'd rather do almost anything than inconvenience other people. So they don't honor their own needs, desires, or dreams. Underneath, they really don't think it's okay to do that.

Ever since her childhood, Wilhelmina later noted, she had been afraid that "people would laugh at me if I showed too much feeling for them.

I put my chin up and tried to stiffen my upper lip, but found I didn't seem to have any muscles in it.

Yet when we do manage to create ourselves anew, isn't there always a suspicion that the new identity fits over the old like a second skin, at times itchy or uncomfortably tight, not quite covering the most vulnerable patches?

Saying "I'm fine" to keep the peace, when we're really not fine, isn't honest. It may seem godly in the moment, but it's false godliness. Truth and godliness always walk hand in hand. The minute we divorce one from the other, we stray from soul integrity and give a foothold to the instability that inevitably leads to coming unglued.

If the enemy can isolate us, he can influence us. And his favorite entry point of all is through our disappointments

The exhausting manipulation and control it takes to protect an identity based on circumstances will crush our hearts and hide the best of who we are behind a wall of insecurity.

When a man is physically present but emotionally absent, a girl's heart can feel quite hollow and helpless. This is true whether that man is her father, her husband, or even a man whom she deeply respects.