Quotes About Vulnerability

At the edge of heartbreak, we both take a leap into the unknown...That's when we see it, a buoy callled friendship.

Look around. Take the tour. Fear hangs on the wall and shame sometimes. Emotional dislocation too. But I am brave in my admission. Are you? When no one is looking, I check to see if anyone seems as scared as me, or lonely, or shy, or insecure. Is it just me? I'm not so sure. Is your heart an onion too? Show me yours, I'll show you mine we used to say. Your turn. Peel away.

I'm an artist...The difference is that I don't tell anybody. I refuse to give them new reasons to laugh at me.

Friends tell each other what nobody else is willing to tell you.

La confianza refleja la contingencia. La esperanza elimina la contingencia.

Il disparut à jamais, cet être sans défense à qui personne n'avait jamais témoigné d'affection, ni porté le moindre intérêt, non, personne, pas même l'un de ces naturalistes toujours prêts à épingler la plus banale des mouches pour l'examiner au microscope.

We both know you can't tell your own story without exposing someone else's.

An emotional sort. As if there were any other kind of human. Show me an unemotional sort and I'll show you someone dangerous. How can emotion be avoided when life careens in its unexpected directions?

Each man carried the War differently. I liked that Chilton announced his weakness rather than attempting to hide it.

Obedience seemed the safest plan. I hadn't learned yet. In this world it's the obedient girls who are most in danger.

She cares too much, that little one. It is not safe. No, it is not safe." —HERCULE POIROT

The only person who can really hurt you in life," she would write, many years later, "is a husband.

The only person who can really hurt you in life is a husband.

How difficult it is to walk through the world with your insides intact.

marks around her neck. She tilted her head and smiled at me. I swallowed. I was never going to drink anything again. How could I pee with Christie around?

I didn't tell him the rest of what I knew -- that once you gave up even a little of yourself, it wasn't long before you gave up everything. But he'd learn that for himself soon enough.

To love was to regain the capacity to remember a world without names, to recall by virtue of the whorl above the beloved's knucklebones and to blue of the veins beneath the skin the unbearable fragility of mornings in this counrty, to find October odors trapped in the skinfolds between her toes along with the scent of talcum powder and soap and human sweat.

She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak, I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks.

Each pleasure is wrapped in pain. You soon discover that you cannot have one without the other … Real happiness is not vulnerable, because it does not depend on circumstances … Real happiness flows from within.

Forget your past experiences and achievements and stand naked, exposed to the winds and rains of life, and you will have a chance.

When suffering is great, we are vulnerable to doubt. She

I'm thirty-six years old and I've been married once and he left and I don't want to feel this way anymore. Like I can't be vulnerable. Can't relax. It's exhausting, always being on the defensive, keeping my guard up. I feel like Cuba.

She felt like a ghost lying under him, watching him work, as if he were making love to her shadow..

Nothing meaning the absence of tangible threats—no gun to her head, no knife to her throat—and yet what is poverty if not a threat? What is being called that word or followed down the street by packs of boys if not a threat?