Quotes About Vulnerability

It hurts my heart, too, sweetie, but you know what? Sometimes crying is a kind of cure. Sometimes that's what the body and the heart need to do. It's hard to watch, but it's not always a bad thing.

And finally, most important, that I could trust men, to a certain extent, because of my power, but never females: females betrayed, smiled and lied and conned and betrayed worse than any man. I

The most terrible thing about marriage, I suppose, is that we know and understand each other's weaknesses and fears as much as we know our strengths and desires.

Demons are real. Since I'm not religious, I think of them as metaphors for the evil desires and impulses all humans have. A religious person can think of them as separate evil beings that can possess you. Either way, I believe they exist, lurking patiently around and in us, whispering their twisted points of view, ever alert for an opportunity. The sudden chink in your armor when you're tired, frightened, or angry. The invitation you issue in that moment of vulnerability.

The events we live through taught me to be sure of nothing about other people. They taught me to expect danger around every corner. They taught me to understand that there are people in this world who mean you harm. And sometimes, they're people you say they love you.

Peter) If you don't share the lows, it seems you might stop sharing the highs as well.

The knife closest to you causes more harm than the one far from you.

You can't be the one that hurts and the one that comforts.

At first we did not speak our hurt because it was not manly. Now we do not speak it because we are afraid and ashamed and alone without hope, each of us alone. It is hard to know when the first became the second.

And do you do the same now, with other children? With the children in your care?" But Mrs. Montgomery-Taylor, now Mrs. Williams, has always been shrewd, even in her madness. "All children need different kinds of love," she says. "We do what's needed to care for them." Children are born so small. It does not matter if they are boys or girls. They are all born so weak and so powerless.

All'inizio non abbiamo parlato a cuore aperto perché non era virile. Adesso non parliamo perché abbiamo paura, ci vergogniamo, e ci sentiamo disperati, ognuno nella propria solitudine. E' difficile sapere quando siamo passati dalla prima fase alla seconda.

She can't afford to afford to look weak, not at a time like this.

Al principio no expresábamos nuestro dolor porque no era viril. Ahora no hablamos de ello porque nos da miedo, sentimos vergüenza y estamos solos sin esperanza, cada uno de nosotros solo.

Children are born so small. It does not matter if they are boys or girls. They are all born so weak and so powerless.

People are allowed to be weak.

Anger is a manifestation of a deeper issue... and that, for me, is based on insecurity, self-esteem and loneliness.

I wanted to confess that if someone took out a gun and killed me onstage he would be doing me a favor.

in moments of crisis, people are willing to hand over a great deal of power to anyone who claims to have a magic cure—whether the crisis is a financial meltdown or, as the Bush administration would later show, a terrorist attack.

Doubt is crucial to science in the version we call curiosity or healthy scepticism, it drives science forward – but it also makes science vulnerable to misrepresentation, because it is easy to take uncertainties out of context and create the impression that everything is unresolved. This was the tobacco industry's key insight: that you could use normal scientific uncertainty to undermine the status of actual scientific knowledge.

He, the man, had seen her, touched her, and had not validated her beauty, her womanliness. He had turned away and gone to his own bed. Like Eve after the fall, her nakedness was obscene to her now.

I am looking for the human who admits his flaws Who shocks the adversary By being kinder not stronger What would that be like? We don't even know

I once had a lover and his arms were so strong that my skull was crushed in his grip. With his bare hands he plunged between my ribs and took hold of my heart. A wafer between his fingers it dissolved. Sometimes I wake up in the dark and stand in the hall and I can feel the cold draft pass freely through my chest as though there were nothing there.

You can't break my heart. It's made of water.

Real love is painful. It's messy and chaotic and gut-wrenching. If it doesn't hurt, you're doing it wrong.