Quotes About Vulnerability

one of worst enemies can be the same person you trust the most. for they know everything you don't want anyone else to know.

Perseguida pelo medo da velhice, deixei envelhecer a nossa relação. Ocupada em me fazer bela, deixei escapar a verdadeira beleza, que apenas mora no desnudar do olhar. O lençol esfriou, a cama se desaventurou. Esta é a diferença: a mulher que tu encontraste aí, em África, fica bela apenas para ti. Eu ficava bela para mim, que é um outro modo de dizer: para ninguém.

Dormir com alguém é a intimidade maior. Não é fazer amor. Dormir, isso é que é íntimo. Um homem dorme nos braços de mulher e a sua alma se transfere de vez. Nunca mais ele encontra suas interioridades.

Também eu me refiz de mentiras, como se a mentira fosse a pele que nos protegesse mas que, de tempo em tempo, nos tivéssemos que desfazer.

Ante o frio faz com o coração o contrário do que fazes com o corpo: despe-o. Quanto mais nu, mais ele encontrará o único agasalho possível - um outro coração.

Se temos voz é para vazar sentimento. Contudo, sentimento demasiado nos rouba a voz.

Lo que ha sucedido es que, con el tiempo, he dejado de estar a la expectativa. Y quien deja de estar a la expectativa es porque ya ha dejado de vivir. Y por eso es por lo que huyo: tengo miedo de ser devorada. No por la ansiedad que habita en mí. Devorada por el vacío de no amar. Devorada por el deseo de ser amada.

how fragile and fleeting life is in the relentless flow of minor necessities that make up day-to-day existence.

It's a dangerous thing, to divide yourself, to break off bits of yourself until there's no solid core. We are, after all, just the sum of our total experiences, each one lying beneath us like a brick in the foundation of a house. To be selective, to block out portions, is to destabilize the very ground on which you stand.

When I ask my mother if I can tape-record her for a memoir, she says, If I'm going to be betrayed it might as well be by my own daughter.

Honor is a thin cloak against the chill of a grave.

society is at the mercy of a murderer without a motive

Unfortunately, his pants had not survived the fall. They hung from the sharp teeth of the barbed-wire fence, leaving the sheriff in just a pair of droopy long johns. Defeated

I risked my heart on you and lost. Can you honestly say you did the same?

As long as she was falling in love with me, I might as well start making her promises I didn't intend to keep.

Second, there are two problems with respect to mobile homes in particular. One is we obviously don't want to put them in a flood plain, because if there's another flood, you're going to lose the mobile home.

It's okay not to be okay.

If the system turns away from the abuses inflicted on the guilty, then who can be next but the innocents?

Irregular contact with doctors means many men fail to receive any preventive care for potentially life-threatening conditions. In addition, when men do seek care, embarrassment can often prevent them from openly discussing health concerns with their physicians.

Dead, we are revealed in our true dimensions, and they are surprisingly modest.

I am not afraid of being unloved. But I am terrified of never learning to love. There,

We are all weak men. I am weak in ways that you are not. You are weak in a way that I am not. These are the thorns in the flesh that keep us both from becoming puffed up.

Moreover, had he begun to presume invulnerability to the eyes of the serpent? To believe that he knew the facts of a situation—quantity over essence—could precipitate reasoning and strategies that might not be within the plans of God for his own mission. Always— always—weakness had been his strength. Unknowingness. Simplicity. Trust.

Is this, then, the source of the primal wound—the sense of fatherlessness? The wound makes one vulnerable to a lie: you have no father, there is no fatherhood, the universe is abandoned. The wound begets loneliness. Loneliness seeks relief in the theater of the imagination. The imagination ferments a romance. Then romance, impelled by the generative powers of the body, gradually degenerates into erotic fantasy.