Quotes About Vulnerability

I believe i am hard as a stone, but even a stone breaks if you smash it real hard.....

Courage is meant to be strong, while fear is meant to be broken

Only cowards leave words unspoken.

To the deepest, most cellular level of my being, I resent people who believe that depression is the same as weakness, that "sad" people must be coddled like helpless toddlers.

It's okay to cry. Giving in to the tears is terrifying, like freefalling to earth without a parachute. But it's vital to our wellbeing as we process the deep anguish.

When we are unable to shine that natural light within, it burns us from our very core.

KATE: Everyone is effed up, Dalton. At some point, you just have to find someone to share the baggage with.---Dawson Fur Hire (Bears Fur Hire, Book 5)

Pride is often used as a way to protect our hearts and to hide the truth. Pride causes us to shut down and build walls.

When you show up with kindness, others can be more themselves.

We are all broken and wounded in this world. Some choose to grow strong at the broken places.

You shouldn't throw stones if you live in a glass house and if you got a glass jaw, you should watch yo mouth: cause I'll break yo face.

You have to let people see what you wrote. It will never be perfect, but perfect is overrated.

The more you make fun of yourself and don't try to go for any kind of respect, the more people seem to respect you.

John became a broken vessel, and it was pleasing to the Lord. See him—and yourself—yielded, merciful and leaning on the Master's chest.

Human relationships are not rocket science--the are far, far more complicated

Human relationships are not rocket science—they are far, far more complicated.

Ik waande ons onschendbaar en als iets niet stuk kan, doe je er automatisch een stuk minder voorzichtig mee. Heel normaal, dat is menselijk. Nee, het is niet normaal, maar zo zijn mensen. Het onkwetsbare moet gekwetst worden.

She couldn't deny him anything. She reached behind her and unhooked the bra, leaving breasts completely bare to his stroking hands. Her mouth sought his, licking, sucking, leaning into his touch as she tried to tell him without words how much she wanted him, needed him. How desperate she was for his touch, how she'd needed him, needed this, all along and hadn't even realized it.

Like punch through the brick wall he'd built around himself and give in to the sudden, desperate urges to touch, to taste, to feel. Krista Fucking Slater. Of all the women in the world, why was she the only one who managed to remind him he was still alive in a way no one had been able to in three long years?

He respected a person's right to weakness.

I'll admit that each time I've seen her I've spilled my guts and felt cleansed. Then I become convinced I never need to see her again.

I always reel for a few days after I witness someone's personal truth. I walk around feeling like I'm wearing their essence like a tight sweater.

One more drink and we're sharing our rape stories. Nearly every woman I know has one. If I had a nickel for every time I've heard one of these stories I could buy an enormous, plush pillow with which to smother my tear-stained face.

I'd like to be a wounded leading man. Instead of a pillar of strength, I'd be the scared one.