Quotes About Vulnerability

I just want you that's it. All your flaws, mistakes, smiles, giggles, jokes, sarcasm. Everything. I just want you.

Love is full of anxious fears.

Tears and fears and feeling proud to say 'I love you' right out loud.

On reflection, one of the things I needed to learn was to allow myself to be loved.

Men who think that a woman's past love affairs lessen her love for them are usually stupid and weak. A woman can bring a new love to each man she loves, providing there are not too many.

Dogs have never hurt me. Only men have.

Every man is afraid of something. That's how you know he's in love with you; when he is afraid of losing you.

To get a woman's heart, a man must first use his own.

Security puts a premium on feebleness.

It's so easy to fall in love but hard to find someone who will catch you.

If somebody says, ''I love you,'' to me, I feel as though I had a pistol pointed at my head. What can anybody reply under such conditions but that which the pistol-holder requires? ''I love you, too. ''

We have to realize that we are as deeply afraid to live and to love as we are to die.

Why are men so secretive, why are they afraid of the truth, sometimes even of themselves?

If you're looking for love in these eyes, walk away. I've been blinded before!

One of the things which danger does to you after a time is -, well, to kill emotion. I don't think I shall ever feel anything again except fear. None of us can hate anymore - or love.

Lovers are fools, but Nature makes them so.

I always felt insecure and in the way, but most of all I felt scared. I guess I wanted love more than anything else in the world.

Love means tearing down the separateness and the boundaries between your heart feelings and another person.

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist it.

A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy.

The essence of being human is that one does not seek perfection ? that one is prepared in the end to be defeated and broken up by life, which is the inevitable price of fastening one's love upon other human individuals.

Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.

Sensuality often makes love grow too quickly, so that the root remains weak and is easy to pull out.