Quotes About Vulnerability

Simply put, Love is like a hand-grenade. If you don't throw it away from you as fast as you pull the pin, there is a 99.9% certainty that you are going to get hurt.

You have to walk carefully in the beginning of love; the running across fields into your lover's arms can only come later when you're sure they won't laugh if you trip.

Conversation has a kind of charm about it, an insuating and insidious something that elicits secrets from us just like love or liquor.

Love is the only kind of fire which is never covered by insurance

My God, these folks don't know how to love -- that's why they love so easily.

You talk too much, you laugh too loud, that's the price of love.

I WANT TO FALL FOR YOU BUT I'm NOT SURE YOU WILL CATCH ME?

To love someone deeply gives you strength. Being loved by someone deeply gives you courage.

The bravest thing that men do is love women.

I really would have liked to love, but I didnt trust myself to allow it.

Break my face, my back, my arms, my neck. But please don't break my heart.

Love is like handing someone a gun, having them point it at your heart, and trusting them to never pull the trigger.

Do you know the German phrase, 'You can steal horses with him'? It means a person you can both make love with all night, passionately, then wake up the next morning and be completely silly.

My Hopes are so High that your Kiss might Kill me So wont you Kill me So I die Happy.

And besides, when you love somebody, you mustn't listen to what they say. They say things to hurt you because they're afraid of being hurt themselves. You must look at their eyes...and feel their hearts!

I self destruct every relationship so that I don't get hurt... but in truth I just hurt myself worse in the long run..

The ones that you love the most are usually the ones that hurt you the most.

What I needed most was to love and to be loved, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me; and sure enough, I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy, by suspicions and fear, by burst of anger and quarrels.

My mother groan'd, my father wept Into the dangerous world I leapt, Helpless, naked, piping load, Like a friend hid in a cloud.

To love is to risk not to be loved in return

Im sorry for being me. I wont ever do it again.

Both hands... Now use both hands. Oh no, don't close your eyes.

How easy love makes fools of us.

My heart is yours to Fill or Burst.. To Break or Bury.. Or wear as Jewelry.. Whichever you prefer.