Quotes About Vulnerability

What only a wise person realized was that the strongest of women sometimes simply needed to have someone else make the decisions for them behind closed doors. Not always. Not every day. Sometimes.

Being home always made her feel like she was walking on a high wire, waiting for a gust of wind to knock her to the ground. The

Why did tears make people treat you like a five-year-old when usually they meant something grown-up was going on inside?

I don't know when the boys began to walk away with parts of myself in their sticky hands; when loving became a process of subtraction. Or why, having given up what seems so much, I'm willing to lose even more — erasing all this body's known, relearning it with you.

It's amazing the things you realize when you lose someone: you get mad at yourself for not saying the things you could've a million times, you take for granted the days spent doing nothing when you could have been with them. Anyone can be taken, at any time in our lives, but we always wait until they're gone to say the things we never had the courage to before.

Except perhaps to our God, we all have a facade, even to our closest friends; some of us even to ourselves, and to our spouses--our spouses in particular, for that matter. It may not be good that we have it, but I don't believe the state or anyone else has a right to pierce that facade without the individual's consent.

Escric perquè m'agrada escriure. Si no em semblés exagerat diria que escric per agradar-me a mi. Si de retop el que escric agrada als altres, millor. Potser és més profund. Potser escric per afirmar-me. Per sentir que sóc... I acabo. He parlat de mi i de coses essencials en la meva vida, amb una certa manca de mesura. I la desmesura sempre m'ha fet molta por

It's not until a woman gets loose and comfortable inside her own skin that she's comfortable wrapping it around a man." Mina

It's impossible to write about yourself when you're hiding.

There it was, out at last, and if it seems like nothing very much, I can only say that it took a long time to say it, to be able to say it, and none of the journey was easy.

the closest I can come to describing what the theater is like. A barbaric free-for-all in which should you ever win, you are for sure going to fall flat on your face or your ass.9

Whether the melon falls on the knife or the knife falls on the melon, it's the melon that suffers." And so it would appear to me

Power is anathema to intimacy, as it is to love, because when you have power, you have fear. So if you are trying to get closer to someone than you are right now, try recognizing their power rather than showing them yours.

And they say that there is no intimacy unless there is mutual acceptance and mutual trust, no matter whatever else there is, and I would side with them.

Human Right is the Right and the Right belongs to the one in Danger.

It isn't any particular person I want to lie down with and make my own. It isn't anybody at all. It is the feeling of being taken care of that I want to pin down and rock my hips against. Sling a leg across it and fall asleep. This longing for body comfort and security is familiar as my own face. The need is urgent. The need makes me stupid.

I know insecurity is unattractive. I hate this side of me. I don't really hate this side of me. I think other people will hate it so I hate it preemptively to ward off the unbearable feeling of having my shortcomings pointed out by other people. I want to get there before anyone else and stake my claim on hating my jealousy so no one else can.

Sweet like syrup of ipecac, she leaves my system with my guts in her hands.

It's not true but I long to be connected like that. I want someone to be able to tell I am out of sorts by the details of my distraction, like leaving the drawers of my dresser cracked open. I want someone to know me as well as

You are driving me crazy," I wail. "Why don't you care?" The last word—CARE—loses elasticity and flattens into another long wail. I am knees on the floor, shoulders on the floor, forehead on the floor. It is the fetal position. I get caught in a loop of feelings. I get louder and louder. I am groping about for the concept of NEGLECT. She is neglecting me. But I can't find the words. I can't catch my breath.

I want to say my apartment is no paradise for bachelorettes and would be more accurately described by terms like 'pain clinic', 'wound-care center', or 'half way house' for the chronically triggered, the emotionally dysregulated, the bright but broken-hearted, and a few repeat offenders of adulterous behavior.

Ne želimo svjedoka za naše slabosti, a ako ih pred nekim krijemo, zašto bismo ga nazivali prijateljem?

Ne bojim se ljubavi. Bojim se rizika. I zavisnosti. I moguceg bola. Podrzavam u sebi spremnost na odstupanje. Da ne bude gore." —

My point is that when you fall in love it's with a real person with flaws. Not with a perfect character from a fairy tale.