Quotes About Vulnerability

No one is too great to fall.

It wears on a person, you know, always having to be perfect. You know that one day something will happen,some problem that won't fit into a neat little project. Something that can't be fixed. Then where does that leave you?" She doesn't hesitate. "You become mortal like the rest of us," she says.

But even the great can tremble with fear. Even the great can fall.

I started to stand, but Yvet stopped me and leaned forward to kiss my injured cheek, her little lips moist against my skin. "It won't hurt for long, Miz. Be brave." I swallowed, trying to answer without turning into a blathering fool. "I'll try, Yvet. I'll try to be as brave as you."

The room closed in, dark and black and far from everything I had ever known. I felt like a child again, wishing I could curl into my mother's arms on a stormy night and she could whisper away my fears. The wind punched and thrashed against the shutters, unforgiving, and I felt something wet trickle down the side of my face. I reached up and swiped the salty wetness away. How quaint. How very quaint. Like believing some things last forever. A tear. As if that could make a difference.

Sometimes the smallest animal inflicts the greatest pain.

Who made you afraid of an open world? An open sky?

Because everything was flying out of control. Because she was right - I wanted to trust her but I didn't. Because when I left a week ago, she had kissed me. Because I so stupidly loved her.

Yes, I want to kiss you, Jase Ballenger. Not for show or to make the best of it. I want to kiss you because I want you, every part of you, even the parts that infuriate me beyond telling, because you've infected me with a poison that I don't want to flush out, because you're a mad viper twisting around my middle, cutting off my breath, yet I want you more than I want to breathe.

His voice was warm and slow and reminded me of the gentle rumble of a distant summer storm--so inviting at a distance. And those eyes again, the ones that made me feel naked, like he saw beneath my skin. I knew I couldn't sit down and tell him my worries, but his steadfast gaze made me want to.

What did they do to you, Kazi?" His voice was low, earnest. Even in the dim light, I was able to see the worry in his eyes. I pretended I didn't know what he was talking about. "Who did what?" "Who made you afraid of an open world? An open sky? Was it Venda? Your parents?" "No one did anything," I answered quietly. "Then hold on to me," he said. "Let me show you the stars.

Who made you afraid of an open world? An open sky? Was it Venda? Your parents?" "No one did anything," I answered quietly. "Then hold on to me," he said. "Let me show you the stars.

It wasn't pain I feared, but no longer feeling it-no longer feeling anything.

Weakness made you a target, and I had promised myself, long ago, I would never be a target again.

I know you've never wanted to hear this, but after yesterday I have to say it…" He paused, swallowed, as if afraid. "I love you. I love you with every breath, with every thought that's inside me. I've loved you from the first time I kissed you on that ledge. Even before that.

Yes, I want to kiss you, Jase Ballenger. Not for show or to make the best of it. I want to kiss you because I want you, every part of you, even the parts that infuriate me beyond telling, because you've infected me with a poison that I don't want to flush out, because you're a mad viper twisting around my middle, cutting off my breath, yet I want you more than I want to breathe. Yes, Jase, I want to kiss you, just because I do, but the one thing I cannot do is promise you any tomorrows. -Kazi

We held hands. We crossed a line. We made one another braver.

I'm afraid of everything. Myself. Mother. Lily. Friends who haunt me in the night. Even going to school, which is something I asked for. If I have attitude, it is hiding somewhere deep, someplace I'm afraid I may never find. Jenna

I'm guessing they planned to kill your whole family once you gave them everything they needed.

You could have shot me with an arrow. You could have done a hundred things, but instead you dangled Zane in front of me, knowing what he had done. In an instant, you brought back the horror of a night to a small child. That's what I became.

The spoon tumbled from my hand, and I fell down onto his chest, holding him, my face pressed into his neck. His arms circled around me, holding me as tight as I held him.

But now here I was, out in the middle of nowhere, unable to help anyone, not even myself. I was crushed to the desert floor, my face ground into the sand. Laughed at. Ridiculed. Betrayed by someone I had trusted. More than trusted. I had cared about him.

The world was so much safer when you only had yourself to lose.

I have been afraid of you, Mr. Robert Audley," she thought, "but perhaps the time may come in which you will have cause to be afraid of me.