Quotes About Vulnerability

Love is an attempt at penetrating another being, but it can only succeed if the surrender is mutual.

Love is an attempt to penetrate another being, but it can only be realized if the surrender is mutual.

because two bodies, naked and entwined, leap over time, they are invulnerable, nothing can touch them, they return to the source, there is no you, no I, no tomorrow, no yesterday, no names, the truth of two in a single body, a single soul, oh total being...

Alas! The only flower known to have wings is the butterfly; all others stand helpless before the destroyer.

Sometimes I get a bit scared—love generally is a scary thing, happy love no less than unhappy, only for some reason no one ever talks about that.

It can be because in each man's life there are only a few women who can turn him inside out, who can cripple him with a smile. These are weaknesses, but they're also a sign of humanity. Without these flaws, a man doesn't really live.

But this had always been part of his work—no matter how vast the security apparatus behind you, the fact was that, in the end, you were alone.

I thought: please don't grow familiar. I think I said it out loud: Please don't let me love you that horrible way.

The situation is grave: the way we lean over each other, the way years later we emerge: hunchbacked, hooded, with full grown tender things called souls.

I thought: please don't grow familiar. I think I said it out loud: Please don't let me love you that horrible way. The

Gradually I felt flooded by a powerful sense of communion with the people passing by. Each man was my brother and each woman my sister. We were so very much alike. So fragile, impermanent, and easily destroyed. We trustingly went to and fro beneath the sky, which had nothing good in store for us.

we discussed the function of defense mechanisms and found that we were humbled by the power of that portion of our psyche, we began to understand that if it weren't for rationalization, sublimation, denial—all the little tricks we let ourselves perform—if instead we simply saw the world as it was, with nothing to protect us, honestly and courageously, it would break our hearts.

I stopped in the sloping market square, and gradually I felt flooded by a powerful sense of communion with the people passing by. Each man was my brother and each woman my sister. We were so very much alike. So fragile, impermanent, and easily destroyed. We trustingly went to and fro beneath the sky, which had nothing good in store for us.

She thought about how hno one had taught us to grow old, how we didn't know what it would be like. When we were young we though of old age as an ailment that affected only other people. While we, for reasons never entirely clear, would remain young. We treated the old as though they were responsible for their condition somehow, as though they'd done something to earn it, like some types of diabetes or arteriosclerosis. And yet this was an ailment that affected the absolute most innocent.

Opowie?? ma swoj? bezw?adno??, nad któr? nie mo?na nigdy do ko?ca zapanowa?. Domaga si? takich jak ja — niepewnych siebie, niezdecydowanych, ?atwych do wywiedzenia w pole. Naiwnych.

Do not leave any unexplained, unnarrated situations, any closed doors; kick them down with a curse, even the ones that lead to embarrassing and shameful hallways you would prefer to forget. Don't be ashamed of any fall, of any sin... He who has not mastered the art of speaking shall remain forever caught in a trap.

Each man was my brother and each woman my sister. We were so very much alike. So fragile, impermanent, and easily destroyed.

Jedni przychodz? na ?wiat na górze, w s?onecznych rejonach, inni na dole, bez ?wiat?a ludzkie grzyby. Wszystko zdarza si? tylko raz i my sami jeste?my jednorazowi. Nie by?o nas, zanim si? urodzili?my, i nie b?dzie nas jak umrzemy. Raj- to cyfrowy sen. Nikt nas nie wybawi, nie naprawi, nie zado??uczyni. Ka?dego dnia stajemy si? jeszcze bardziej bezradni

We live in a state of siege. If one takes a close look at each fragment of a moment, one might choke with terror. Within our bodies disintegration inexorably advances; soon we shall fall sick and die. Our loved ones will leave us, the memory of them will dissolve in the tumult; nothing will remain. Just a few clothes in the wardrobe and someone in a photograph, no longer recognized. The most precious memories will dissipate. Everything will sink into darkness and vanish.

Children are soft and supple, open-minded and unpretentious.

She passed through her childhood blindfolded, picking her way cautiously along, sensitive fingertips stretched out before her to avoid sharp corners and unyielding walls, clinging close to the protection of solitude and isolation.

At least I knew all about falling in love. It was the falling out that I couldn't manage.

I do not apologise for baring my soul (though I did not intend to)

Only the young die good.