Quotes About Vulnerability

Losing a bit of control opens the heart and the mind to what the future will bring.

Mother Nature is the greatest bioterrorist of them all, with no financial limitations or ethical compunctions.

Irónicamente, el modo en que hemos organizado el mundo para mejorar la eficiencia, el desarrollo económico y nuestro estilo de vida - los esfuerzos generalmente útiles para transformar el planeta en una aldea global- nos ha hecho más susceptibles que en 1918 a los efectos de las enfermedades infecciosas.

No one ever tells you that when your heart breaks, you can feel it. But you can. It feels like something has crumbled inside you and the pieces are falling into your stomach. It hurts more than any punch ever could. You stop breathing, and for a while you can't remember how. When you finally do, it feels like your throat has closed up, like you're trying to suck air through a straw.

I asked her, 'Did you like Sadie?' Juliet put down the book she was reading. 'I liked her the way you like a hurt dog,' she said. 'What do you mean?' I asked her. 'You feel sorry for it, and you want to help it, but you're not sure it won't bite you when you're not looking,' Juliet said.

But he'd never been in love. He knew that was what he was really asking himself. He'd never given himself to someone else completely. He'd always held something back, even if he hadn't known that he was doing it. He'd reserved the deepest part of him, the part that truly was him, because he'd feared that once he gave it away he would never get it back.

It's sort of perfect, when you think about it. Isn't falling in love a lot like losing your head?

Where's the skill in throwing a hook loaded with tempting bait into the general vicinity of lots of perpetually hungry creatures with brains the size of mustard seeds? You might as well go to a playground, scatter Reese's peanut butter cups around, and club to death the first four year old foolish enough to approach, believing innocently that such treats are readily available in nature.

Jack was there. He was on his back, the leg with its cast stuck out at an angle. Sitting astride him, Brian was moving up and down, his hand wrapped around his own cock while Jack's filled him from underneath

Do you remember the first day that we met? It was- it was the first day of kindergarten. I knew nobody. I had no friends, and I just felt so alone and so scared…but I saw you on the swings, and you were alone, too. And I just walked up to you, and I asked. I asked if you wanted to be my friend. And you said yes. You said yes . It was the best thing I've ever done.

the Trump bubble. Trump was incapable of admitting vulnerability—any at all.

I'm numb from all this scraping, but for once I'm glad I've got this big rump to protect myself from the ground. This would hurt a lot more if I were one of those bony, rail-thin, smoked-for-a-hundred-years old crones. But then, if I was one of them, I could probably stand up.

men are as vulnerable to joy as they are to suffering.

Man is the sole animal whose nudity offends his own companions, and the only one who, in his natural actions, withdraws and hides himself from his own kind.

When all is summed up, a man never speaks of himself without loss; his accusations of himself are always believed; his praises never.

Poetry like love risks everything on signs.

Shared suffering, she'd found, was no guarantee of intimacy.

Even in our deepest, most lasting friendships, we never speak as openly as when we face a blank page and address a reader we do not know.

The outside world was harsh, merciless towards the weak, and hardly ever kept its promises, and love remained the only thing in which one could still, perhaps, have faith.

El mundo exterior era duro, implacable con los débiles, no cumplía nunca sus promesas, y el amor seguía siendo lo único en lo que todavía se podía, quizá, tener fe.

Intimacy isn't something men talk about.

All societies have their points of least resistance, their sore spots. Put your finger on the wound, and press down hard.

Lumea exterioar? era dur?, nemiloas? cu cei slabi, nu-È™i respecta aproape niciodat? promisiunile, iar dragostea r?mânea singurul lucru în care, poate, ne mai puteam înc? încrede.

Un coup de gel soudain pouvait à tout instant les anéantir.