Quotes About Vulnerability

I say the Gospel is frail because we are frail.

I don't like being in houses alone.

I have sometimes imagined my own death and brought myself to tears.

No species can withstand all the infinite factors to which it can be exposed. Homo sapiens is closer to mass death than other species of the same geographical distribution, largely because we hunt it ourselves.

The problem is that you cannot prove yourself against someone who is much weaker than yourself. They are in a lose/lose situation. If you are strong and fighting the weak, then if you kill your opponent then you are a scoundrel... if you let him kill you, then you are an idiot. So here is a dilemma which others have suffered before us, and for which as far as I can see there is simply no escape.

An open and unguarded heart is the natural result of relaxing into trust.

Well, let them see that gunfights are squalid, messy things, he thought; they should know that human bodies like Nancy's are thin and vulnerable bags of skin that pour out blood when pierced.

One can never be as naked, as exposed, in the flesh as one becomes in the mind

Now she knew why her mum had kept such a close eye on her; she wasn't interfering as such, she had just understood that there were people in this world who were capable of causing great hurt as well as great sadness for young girls.

Every man I've ever known has had an angle, some way of using women. With me mum's blokes it was the obvious – I mean, she was a brass. Most used her for her money or her body. Mostly her money. They lived off her, you know.

She was his Achilles heel because deep inside he loved her, really loved her, and he knew that once she had loved him. Adored him even. Until she had sussed him out.

He is still my father. He is still a person I know I could trust and he would never do anything against me. Once you're at the top, there are not many people like that. People always want something from you.

Susie: Okay, Calvin. But you know what? You can't say, youcan'texpectanythingfrommeI'mbroken! And turn around the next minute and say, ohwoeismeeverybodytreatsmelikeI'mbroken! Which one is it? I can treat you the way I really feel, or I can treat you careful. Me: Real. Just be real.

Now listen, and love me anyway.

On the surface, it seems absurd that an animal as big as a horse would be afraid of anything, let alone a fluttering piece of paper. Yet most horses are real scaredy-cats, easily frightened by objects they can't readily identify, especially if these things are moving.

flip side: its growing vulnerability. A failed launch, a

On sensitive issues, talk isn't cheap - it takes real courage to pry open topics nailed shut.

For among them are those who creep into households and capture weak women, burdened with sins and led astray by various passions, always learning and never able to arrive at a knowledge of the truth." 2 Timothy 3:6–7

This dog had shown more courage than I. This great, powerful, beautiful dog was willing to take a chance on me - a broken, depressed, lonely Marine.

The streets were more empty than usual—everyone who had someone was probably at home, cuddling them up, waiting for the bombs to fall or the shooting to start or the diseases to spread or just for the chips in their heads to catch viruses, melt, and drip out of their brains.

I can be hurt, she said, only by people I respect.

One day you will learn that love does not always betray you.

Perhaps she was just looking for love in the wrong places. In all the safe places. What if love was not safe at all?

The suffering of a loved one was in many ways worse than one's one suffering because it left one feeling so very helpless.