Quotes About Vulnerability

Who has not been, or is not to be mad in some lonely hour of life? Who is quite safe from the trembling of the balance?

Open your heart - open it wide; someone is standing outside

Public disinterest in punishing illegal vote buying means that local prosecutors rarely pursue charges against their fellow elected colleagues....Yet the inclination no matter how small, to blame the most vulnerable citizens for fraud is misdirected.....Any outrage over fraud should be reserved for the candidates who buy their votes, neglect the issues that concern the poor, and studiously refuse to implement policies that could help them.

Everybody has their sadness. And most people are scared of it.

I wanted to know people. I wanted to love. But I didn't realize how badly I had been hurt. I didn't realize that my habit of distance had become so unconscious and deep that I didn't know how to be with another person. I could only fix that person in my imagination and turn him this way and that, trying to feel him, until my mind was tired and raw.

He realized what had been disturbing him about her. With other women whom he had been with in similar situations, he had experienced a relaxing sense of emptiness within them that had made it easy for him to get inside them and, once there, smear himself all over their innermost territory until it was no longer theirs but his.

In my diary I wrote, "I fear my father's anger, but I fear my mother's love.

One should never be sexually involved with anyone one genuinely cares for. A sexual relationship guarantees a loss.

A fatherless girl thinks all things are possible, and nothing is safe.

you'll be your usual overbearing self." Min smiled wanly and allowed him to lead her toward the bedroom. His arm was still around her, she was half-leaning against him. Her head fitted into the crook of his shoulder.

She had no idea that less than two miles away, a man was Googling her on his computer, learning more about her life and wondering when to make his next move.

If only we could bring all the kids home. If only we could rid the world of all the predators.

The loss of a parent is a young child's greatest fear. To be abandoned, whether through termination of parental rights, voluntary relinquishment, death, or any other means, is a child's worst nightmare come true.

I won't bite." "Are you sure?" My voice was rough. "I won't bite right now," he said with a ghost of a smile. The soft expression bemused me enough so that the gentle patting lured me to the recliner. Logan wrapped strong arms around me and pulled me into his lap. My butt fit him like we were interlocking puzzle pieces.

Really, every woman is an example to me, because as women we go through so much pain. We have to live this perfect life when we are messed up inside. We all go through trials and tribulations.

Isn't a mistress supposed to care about her lover?" she asked softly. Their glances met, and Nicholas felt something shift deep inside him, creating a moment of strange vulnerability. This woman could hurt him badly if he wasn't careful.

Aristophanes said that boys throw stones at frogs in jest, but the frogs, they die in earnest. You're going to break my life into splinters, then move on without a second thought. Yes, my lord, you terrify me.

Joseph Campbell said that love is the burning point—the stronger the love, the greater the pain. If he's right, maybe we're better off without it.

Intimacy was a web spun of many strands, and each small submission on her part was a point won for him.

If you allow an experienced man of the world to introduce you to passion when you want him more than he wants you, he will own your soul, but you will not own his.

If he chose, he could help this girl, but what was the point of saving one little whore? It would make no difference to that vast, endless, tragic horde of broken children. But as Jenny stared at him with great stark eyes, he knew that it would make a difference to her.

Don't need a knife or gun or poison to break a man's heart.

If you lie to your husband - even about something so banal as how much you drink - each lie is a brick in a wall going up between you, and when he tells you he loves you, it's deflected away.

You'd have thought that after suffering such a loss nothing else would matter to her but that didn't seem to be how it worked. She was fearful about everything now. It was as if she had finally seen the awful power of fate, it's deviousness, the way it could wipe out in an instant the one thing you had been certain you could rely on, and now she was constantly looking over her shoulder, trying to work out where the next blow might fall.