Quotes About Vulnerability

I am lithe, but fragile from constant involuntary self-analysis.

I am not good. I am not virtuous. I am not sympathetic. I am not generous. I am merely and above all a creature of intense passionate feeling. I feel - everything. It is my genius. It burns me like fire.-

He would have been far more attractive to her if she could have trusted him. You could not love a man who was always playing hide-and-seek with you; that was the lesson she had learned.

I would always think the worst of people and it would keep me from them because I couldn't accept myself.

I knew that if God had created a woman who could keep her man from straying, it probably wasn't me.

One of the worse things that could happen to a colored man was for him to be stranded by himself on a country road without a weapon.

I'm taking a big risk by coming clean, but the pressure of hiding my true self done really took a toll on me and I can't take too much more.

I tell you this to break your heart, by which I mean only that it break open and never close again to the rest of the world.

I wanted someone to follow, I wanted him to be brave. But he wants to be brave for me; and no one can do that.

The lovers of the innocent must protect them above all from the knowledge of their own cruelty.

Hephaistion was thinking how fragile his rib cage seemed, how terrible were the warring desires to cherish and to crush it.

I don't know what more there is to say, except this: that since one can't refuse to know oneself, and it must have happened eventually, I would rather it was through you than anyone else.

Uno no teme una conversación simplemente por el miedo a que se vuelva intensa. Pero la intensidad puede constituir un poderoso disolvente de superficies protectoras finas y frágiles.

Comprendió cómo es posible idealizar a las personas por conveniencia propia mientras se pisotean sus debilidades humanas como si fueran tierra.

waved a smiling good night to me. She looked a lonely figure standing there, under the high white pillars, and I find that I always think of her like that; lonely against the panoply of wealth, kind and totally unarmed against the world.

Hope wears a strange raincoat and straps a gun inside.

It's easy to love! Kattie once said to him. It's the courage to be loved that is so difficult.

Children, I grant, should be innocent but when the epithet is applied to men, or women, it is but a civil term for weakness.

My bones are brittle, my heart weak and erratic, my esophagus and stomach riddled with ulcers, my reproductive system shot, my immune system useless... I'm not going to have a happy ending.

I began to feel like I was wearing a sign on my forehead that said FUCKED UP in big neon letters.

painfully curious...about how it feels to fall.

The last place I want to be is the hospital, but I'm not stupid. I know when it's time to go in. I am so terrified of myself and of the vast, frightening world, that the psych ward, with its safe locked doors, sounds like a relief.

We turn skeletons into goddesses and look to them as if they might teach us how not to need.

I do not remember very many things from the inside out. I do not remember what it felt like to touch things, or how bathwater traveled over my skin. I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break. Even now, when people lean down to touch me, or hug me, or put a hand on my shoulder, I hold my breath. I turn my face. I want to cry.