Quotes About Vulnerability

You don't have to be a seasoned tactician to realize that your ass is cold.

Men are like a bungee cord, they stretch as far as they can, but always bounce back safely." "Yeah, but once in a while you hear about one breaking." "And then he's dead." "What's the logic in that?" "There is no logic in love.

Blaming the wolf would not help the sheep much. The sheep must learn not to fall into the clutches of the wolf.

Do you ever feel defensive when people ask you questions? Do you ever hesitate to ask a question, fearing it may reveal ignorance or doubt? If so, you are closing off the free flow of information and ideas your organization needs and potentially undermining relationships with those around you. In fact, avoiding questions can cause serious harm—and even disaster.

The main issue is that putting yourself in a position to enjoy good luck also puts you in a position to lose.

As grand and glorious as love is, it is not without its perils. Anyone who has felt the cruel pangs of rejection knows that love is best approached cautiously, as one would approach an angry, cornered brush-tailed possum. Yes, before throwing yourself into a relationship, it's wise to buy a sturdy pair of leather gloves, and to be extra careful of love's front claws and rows of needle-sharp teeth.

Before hardness of heart sets in from experiencing the hurts of this life, vulnerable children can learn to trust the message of hope and salvation that is found in the gospel.

There were times when I had great times with my brothers, pillow fights and things, but I was, used to always cry from loneliness.

One day I will risk losing you forever. When I'll tell you for the first time that I love you.

institutions that basically sell you an umbrella, only to take it back as soon as it rains.

We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own live within a fragile circle, easily and often breached. Unable to accept its awful gaps, we still would live no other way. —Irving Townshend, Separate Lives

It was all about size now: the big ran the world on the sweat of the small, and if the big faltered for any reason, the small were the first to go.

He stood at the edge of town feeling very small, powerless. Night in the mountains could do that to you, reminding you of your place in the world and laughing at any sense of self-importance.

It is at Easter that Jesus is most human, and like all humans, he fails and is failed. His is not an all-powerful God, it is an all-vulnerable God.

You've been talking about me in therapy?""In therapy, in my sleep, in AA, in chat rooms, to strangers," I said. "Women like you are the reason therapy was invented.

Making something secret makes it too important, elevates it to the point where it runs your life from the shadows. If you hide what's at your core from other people for too long, sooner or later you end up hiding it from yourself and waking up with no idea of who you are.

When you let it get personal, the cost becomes personal too. You're opening your own heart here. You sure you want to do that?

The only advice I have ever wanted to give is this: 'If it is in your nature to do so be a little vulnerable. Don't be afraid to talk about yourself, your journey, your pain, your vision.

What I remembered most clearly from my first sex with another man was the unexpected tenderness. It disturbed me - disoriented me. I guess. I had expected homosexuality to be dark and furtive, but it wasn't.

To presume that we have received in advance a precise decryption of the symbolic prophecies in the book of Revelation—a route map or survivalist manual, as it were—is to weaken our faculty of discernment and our openness to the guidance of the Holy Spirit and the angels. This weakness can lead us to the tyranny of unholy fears on one hand or to self-reliance on the other, and both reactions will bring about increased vulnerability to the adversary's deceptions.

Her hand touched me at the wrist. "If I gave you my life, you would drop it. Wouldn't you?" I didn't say anything.

A love story is not about those who lost their heart but about those who find that sullen inhabitant who, when it is stumbled upon, means the body can fool no one, can fool nothing—not the wisdom of sleep or the habit of social graces. It is a consuming of oneself and the past.

He knows that the only way he can accept losing her is if he can continue to hold her or be held by her. If they can somehow nurse each other out of this. Not with a wall.

Good night, Senator,' I say, and he looks at me as if he's in the presence of someone unraveling, which he may be.