Quotes About Vulnerability

That night, the three of us slept, arms wrapped around each other, on the double bed, though nothing sexual happened. As though we simply needed to protect ourselves; as though we could feel some dark presence, some evil subterranean force moving about the island.

Sexuality is a fragile thing: it is difficult to enter, and easy to leave.

Éste es uno de los principales inconvenientes de la extrema belleza en las chicas: sólo los ligones experimentados, cínicos y sin escrúpulos se sienten a su altura; así que los seres más viles son los que suelen conseguir el tesoro de su virginidad, lo cual supone para ella el primer grado de una irremediable derrota

La tendresse est antérieure à la séduction, c'est pourquoi il est si difficile de désespérer.

El espacio viene, se acerca y pretende devorarme. Hay un ruidito en el centro de la habitación. Los fantasmas están ahí, son el espacio, me rodean. Se alimentan de los ojos reventados de los hombres.

Molti uomini sono lâches. Lasciano andar via. Lasciano partire. Lasciano perdere. Perché non vogliono confrontarsi direttamente col dolore. Non sopportano di sentirsi impotenti. E allora cambiano discorso. Oppure riagganciano il telefono. Oppure cominciano a guardare distrattamente gli sms che arrivano sul cellulare per poi dirti che è proprio un peccato, che non possono farci nulla, ma che adesso devono proprio andarsene.

Chi siamo davvero? E se la verità fosse altrove, diversa rispetto a quello che pensiamo? E se la parte autentica di ognuno di noi fosse nascosta proprio finché ci sforziamo di controllare tutto, perché ci sono tante cose da fare e non possiamo permetterci il lusso di essere, semplicemente essere, stanchi, depressi, svogliato, capricciosi, noiosi, persino sbagliati e dementi, ecco sì, questo: dementi?

Ma l'amore è questo: prendersi cura l'uno dell'altro, anche se in maniera sgrammaticata e maldestra, ognuno a partire dall'intensità imperfetta della propria storia fino alla perfezione neutra della complementarietà.

I would rather my enemy's sword pierce my heart then my friend's dagger stab me in the back." Faustus - Don't Talk Back To Your Vampire

Those dudes are hot," announced Tamara. Both Lor and Patrick shut up and turned to stare at her. Damian looked up and grinned wolfishly. My daughter's face went bright red. She drew the sheet over her head, muttering, "You can stake me now.

He'd taken her fully and completely. Pierced her with that amazing piece of manliness.

Thinking, not for the first time, that life should come with a trapdoor. Just a little exit hatch you could disappear through when you´d utterly and completely mortified yourself. Or when you had spontaneous zit eruptions. "Good book?" he asked, taking it from her and reading the subtitle, "A Guide for Good Girls Who (Sometimes) Want to Be Bad," out loud. But life did not come with a trapdoor.

Are you willing to care enough to get hurt?

It's really not so much about the amount of yeses or nos; it's about the brokenness behind our answers.

I took a gamble to exercise leadership without losing my feminine nature.

To cope with hurt and control my fears, I grew a thick skin. Oh, the many names of power - pride, arrogance, control. I am not the frozen snow queen but a flesh and blood woman with perhaps too loving a heart, one easily hurt.

memoirs are not open doors into another person's house. They are more like broken windows, with the owner trying to explain away all of the damage.

Fear is the loneliest feeling. You can be in a throng of people, but if you're afraid, you're on your own.

Ben je gewond? Heeft hij je pijn gedaan?' Ze schudde haar hoofd, maar ze zag spierwit, en in haar ogen stond een duistere blik, die daar door Thiazzi's toedoen was ontstaan. Ze deed haar mond open om iets te zeggen, vertrok toen haar gezicht en wendde zich af. Zo zag ze er heel kwetsbaar uit, en hij sloeg zijn armen om haar heen en trok haar tegen zich aan.

It takes years for me to trust I know that about myself. A lot of it is because I am so private, and so reluctant to make myself vulnerable.

I took it back: he didn't just hate himself down deep. He'd made plenty of room in there for me, too.

we can't keep hiding behind our faults to protect ourselves.

Maybe if everyone walked around being in touch with each other's hidden pain it could work out and even be beautiful, but it doesn't feel safe to be the only compassionate person on the planet.

So how did you end up making a fool of yourself in front of twenty thousand people? I had a bigger hole to fill. What do you mean? A rock star is someone with a hole in his heart almost the size of his ego.