Quotes About Vulnerability

Oh fuck,' whispered Nora, into the cold.

Check your emotional armour is actually protecting you, and not so heavy you can't move.

She imagined what it would be like to accept herself completely. Every mistake she had ever made, every dream she hadn't reached or pain she had felt. Every lust or longing she had suppressed. She imagined accepting it all. The way she accepted nature.

I felt so terrified and so in love that I realised they – the terror, the love – were one and the same thing.

Devi essere una noce». «La gente rompe le noci e le mangia».

So, I thought to myself as I walked away, this is what happens when you live on Earth. You crack. You hold reality in your hands until it burns and then you have to drop the plate.

I wished I had a new wound, just so she could attend to me.

In quel momento pensò a come sarebbe stato accettarsi completamente. Ogni singolo errore. Ogni singola cicatrice sul suo corpo. Ogni singolo sogno mai realizzato, ogni singolo dolore che aveva provato.

That's what starts to happen, when you know it is possible for you to feel pain you have no control over. You become vulnerable. Because the possibility of pain is where love stems from.

If people pick on you, they see something inside you that they are scared of. Something special

Once we take our personal unseen experiences and make them seen, we help others, and even ourselves, to understand what we are going through.

is about finding the right person to hurt you?

That's what starts to happen, when you know it is possible for you to feel pain you have no control over. You become vulnerable. Because the possibility of pain is where love stems from. And that, for me, was very bad news indeed. Sloping roofs (and other ways to deal with the rain) and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, – William Shakespeare, Hamlet   I couldn't sleep.

She imagined, now, what it would be like to accept herself completely. Every mistake she had ever made. Every mark on her body. Every dream she hadn't reached or pain she had felt. Every lust or longing she had suppressed. She imagined accepting it all. The way she accepted nature.

Sometimes just to say you're truth out loud is enough to find others like you

Amidst the Brambles, a changeling cannot help but feel exposed, vulnerable, and even trapped, and those feelings are not without merit.

That's the horror, the most awful thing: to have a child the world wants to destroy and know that you're helpless to help him. Nothing worse than that. Nothing worse.

And then they were left looking at each other like a husband and wife with very few secrets left between them.

reduced after that episode to admitting, "I'm

Alas! is even love too weak To unlock the heart, and let it speak?

The man who to untimely death is doomed Vainly would hedge him in from the assault of harm; He bears the seed of ruin in himself.

It could just as easily have been me. That reminder of human frailty and the role that fortune and misfortune play in our lives prevented me from becoming too prideful. Better men than me had died over in the sandbox, often purely by chance. Were you in the lead vehicle, or at the tail end of the convoy? Sometimes it came down to which side of a vehicle you were sitting on when something went ka-boom. Why did the invisible shard of flying metal hit the Marine to your right instead of you?

Exhaustion is a thin blanket tattered with bullet holes.

From suffering I have learned this: That whoever is sore wounded by love will never be made whole unless she embrace the very same love which wounded her. — Mechtild of Magdeburg