Quotes About Vulnerability

All prisoners, as sexual beings and as bodies generally, come under threat when they make "transit" into the prison. All bodies in prisons then undergo what I term a "trans-terror", a systematic vulnerability that often includes sexual violation. In

Jesus on the cross is best understood as suffering, again, an imperial execution.[6] When interpreted as that kind of death—a torture-death—the narrated stories of Jesus become ones about vulnerability amidst and challenge to the powers that visit imperial terror on subjugated peoples.

We're all adults here—we all know the score. We know what they do to people like me and my mom, to paradoxical hybrids of arrogant narcissism and vulnerable naïveté. We know what happens to unreconstructed surrealist militants. Tortured. Marked for assassination. Imagine what awaits me out there.

If what's behind that door is so terrible, shouldn't we carry a machete or two? A kitchen knife? An especially sturdy cocktail umbrella?" "There is no weapon on Earth one could wield against such terror!" he moaned. "Oh, I see. Then we should just go in unarmed. Well, fine. Lead the way.

The heart is a muscle, and you strengthen muscles by using them. The more I lead with my heart, the stronger it gets.

What our closest friends do for us is to teach us true selflessness. We learn that while it might be safer for them if we keep them out, true friendship means letting them in. We cannot decide for them what they are willing to suffer with us and for us. While we certainly don't want to see our friends suffer, friendship isn't about protecting each other from pain so much as it is about helping each other to become what God has called us to be.

Whatever truth we feel compelled to withhold, no matter how unthinkable it is to imagine ourselves telling it, not to is a way of spiritually holding our breath. You can only do it for so long.

If I dare to hear you I will feel you like the sun And grow in your direction.

there is a great choice that awaits us every day: whether we go around carving holes in others because we have been so painfully carved ourselves, or whether we let spirit play its song through our tender experience, enabling us to listen, as well, to the miraculous music coming through others.

We are broken open, or we willfully shed.

Wen grinned and I felt a warm glow and an odd dizzy sensation. And then I remembered something my dad once wrote me about falling in love. He said the phrase was apt because falling is exactly what it can feel like, as if you've finally allowed yourself to let go of some safety bar you didn't even know you were clinging to, and suddenly you find yourself tumbling towards the exciting unknown.

Everyone knows what falling in love is like but being in love is what people have lost. That intimacy to be in bed with somebody and just laugh and not hold anybody accountable for what they say.

But terrorists are not living and training only in faraway Third World countries. Attacks have occurred in Paris, London, Madrid, and Jerusalem, and, obviously, in New York, Washington, and the skies above the United States on September 11, 2001, when nineteen al-Qaeda terrorists murdered thousands of Americans. It is also a virtual certainty that terrorist "sleeper cells" are secreted in America.

A picture lives by companionship, expanding and quickening in the eyes of the sensitive observer. It dies by the same token. It is therefore risky to send it out into the world. How often it must be impaired by the eyes of the unfeeling and the cruelty of the impotent.

When you write, bleed copiously from an open wound. Write from the depths of your heart.

If your writing is brutally honest, comes from the heart, beware, it will take its emotional toll. But, it's worth it.

Write fearlessly, from the heart; pour your guts out and don't give a damn about what anyone thinks.

When somebody says to you, "The last thing I want to do is hurt you" what they really mean is, "It's on the list. I've just got some other things to do first."

Maybe I lacked coping skills. Maybe I was weak. I cared for people for no better reason than they seemed to care for me, acknowledge me. It didn't seem so dangerous at the time.

By opening our hearts, revealing our scars, we are made human and flawed and whole.

Someone very wise once told me that by opening our hearts, revealing our scars, we are made human and flawed and whole.

by opening our hearts, revealing our scars, we are made human and flawed and whole. I guess I'm ready to be whole.

But someone very wise once told me that by opening our hearts, revealing our scars, we are made human and flawed and whole.

Pino stared at his brother, hearing the frightened questions the D'Angelos and Mrs. Napolitano were firing at him, and feeling completely overwhelmed. He was only seventeen, after all. Part of him wanted to sit against the wall, hang his head, and cry.