Quotes About Vulnerability

And "weak" wasn't really the right word for what Shade meant. What he was trying to say was harder to express. It was giving in to feelings other people thought you were supposed to have about things that shouldn't have happened to you in the first place, but were not like the actual feelings you did have. There wasn't a word for that in Raksuran or Altanic or Kedaic or any other language Moon knew. Moon said, "It's not weak." The

She would never trust me again. She would never stand close enough to touch (but without touching, because touching is gross) and just trust me.

Human security had literally just noticed that something had tried to steal their client's head.

I'm letting you see all this because I want you to know what I am and what I can do. I want you to know who targetControlSystem is fucking with right now. I want you to know if you help me, I'll help you , and that you can trust me. Now here's the code to disable your governor module.

Kai." Ziede reached up to rub her face, apparently remembered her already ruined makeup, and planted her hands on her hips instead. "Could you manage not to find any more unique ways to destroy yourself until after we find this Hierarch? I don't really care to die alone." "Well, I'll try." It wasn't like Kai could make any promises right now.

Oh, I've no sense of self-preservation," Reynard replied easily. "That's what I depend on you for.

I was lying on the procedure table, my armor gone, just wearing what was left of my suit skin, the humans gathered around. That was a bit of a nightmare image.

I couldn't hack a combat bot without making a direct physical connection, and trying for that would result in me being torn apart. (I've been torn apart before, and on my list of things to avoid, it was right up there at the top.)

I told myself I still looked like a SecUnit without armor, hopelessly exposed, but the truth was I did look more human. And now I knew why I hadn't wanted to do this. It would make it harder for me to pretend not to be a person.

I'd have to change, make myself do things I didn't want to do. Like talk to humans like I was one of them. I'd have to leave the armor behind.

During all this, Volescu was huddled on the churned up rock, losing his shit, not that I was unsympathetic. I was far less vulnerable in this situation than he was and I wasn't exactly having a great time either.

O God, your sea is so great and my boat is so small. Be with me.

Never content just to be, America is also obliged to mean; America signifies, hence its constant and riveting vulnerability to illusion.

The children of the nuclear age, I think, were weakened in their capacity to love. Hard to love, when you're bracing yourself for impact. Hard to love, when the loved one, and the lover, might at any instant become blood and flames, along with everybody else.

It seems to me that you need a lot of courage, or a lot of something, to enter into others, into other people. We all think that everyone else lives in fortresses, in fastnesses: behind moats, behind sheer walls studded with spikes and broken glass. But in fact we inhabit much punier structures. We are, as it turns out, all jerry-built. Or not even. You can just stick your head under the flap of the tent and crawl right in. If you get the okay.

Love might have expanded her. But we are not all of us going to get loved. We are not all of us going to get expanded.

Love is blind; but it makes you see the blind man; teetering on the roadside . . .

You know how it is when two souls meet in a burst of ecstatic volubility, with hearts tickling to hear and to tell, to know everything, to reveal everything, the shared reverence for the other's otherness, a feeling of solitude radiantly snapped by full *contact* - all that?

Drunks sagged and leaned like broken pickets on a fence.

Whatever the reasons, we never allow anyone else to know the whole of our personal history. I suppose we're afraid of what they might think of us. But there's more to it than that. We are terrified of what they might do with the knowledge.

Everyone was fallible. - Pg. 423

We are afraid, for example, of letting others know more about us than we know about ourselves, fearing most of all that our masks will slip, and will lose control, letting others see us as we truly are.

being criticized by people you care about is almost always a part of exercising leadership.

God save me from my friends. I can protect myself from my enemies.