Quotes About Vulnerability

Humans, in her experience, were weak and fragile things prone to dying and breeding with about the same frequency.

Adam leaned down to Paul. "That edge you lost in your fight with Mary Jo is what allowed me to take the time to find something that would hurt you instead of kill you. You can thank her for your life.

When I am with you, my control is shot. I think that's what you've been feeling.

That swipe had more in common with a bear's attack than a timber wolf's. If it hit me, it could kill me with a single blow.

I only knew that Adam was hurt, and I wasn't there to make him safe.

She's a good person, but she is a weak person, too. She can't take care of anyone else because she's too busy taking care of herself." I

Stupid young girls who get caught alone in the forest fall prey to anything that crosses their paths, be the beast animal, human or shapeshifter.

It is difficult for a chicken to make an alliance with a fox--you never know when you'll be eaten for breakfast.

Love means leaving yourself vulnerable, knowing that there is someone to catch you when you fall.

bit my tongue. I liked being safe. Being in Adam's arms was safe. Talking to Coyote was anything but—and where was I? I supposed he had a point.

Interesting, thought Brother Wolf, seeing wounded prey. An easy meal.

The devout belief that the world is explainable is both a terrible vulnerability and a stout shield.

Werewolves don't do well on their own. They need someone, pack or family, or they begin to get odd. Werewolves who get odd tend to end up dead -- and sometimes take a lot of other people down with them when they go.

We hadn't brought a tent. Even if it rained, we couldn't afford to blind ourselves like that when we slept.

It's just I," I told him, more pedantic than usual because I was scared.

No matter how good you are at sneaking, you can't ever sneak well enough so that mosquitoes won't find you, and no matter how worried and tense you are, or how hard you are trying to pay attention, you just can't help noticing when a cloud of mosquitoes comes for you like you're their first good meal since last fall.

Allowing anyone, even Mairelon, not only to come close to her, but to circle her waist with his arms brought back old fears, though she had to admit that the sensation was pleasurable on those rare occasions when she could relax enough to enjoy it.

But how did—" Shiara stopped because Telemain was stirring. A moment later he opened his eyes and looked up at all of us. "What was that?" he asked rather hazily. "That," said Morwen, "was a sword. They are long, pointed, and very sharp. You're lucky it didn't take your head off.

enthusiastic about something when she is suddenly thrown off balance, or shocked by her mate.

The confessional writer will treat her story like a wailing wall. She kneels, and her story spills out, messy, improper. It isn't a protest or even graffiti, but her story is an offering of things that she overlooked or notices that others have overlooked. She is in danger of exposure but she remembers when she lived in hiding and that was worse. She cannot turn back now because this is how life has spun out of her, part vexing passage and part prayer.

those stupid tears to well again. You're being ridiculous, you know that, don't you? You just met this guy. He can't possibly mean that much to you already. But he did! He did. She knew both her mother and Lark had been right to caution her against jumping into anything, but where Sam was concerned, Amy could no more stop

How Do You Make It Hard for Your Partner to Give You What You Want?

Women, the men in your life will definitely be more loving, compassionate, and nurturing if you can understand and accept their vulnerability to shame and reduce the ways you trigger it.

Cassie. I know some things," said Mama. "What things?" "I know you watch me all the time," said Mama. I started to shake my head, but Mama stopped me. "I saw you in the night, watching. I saw you watching me with the goslings. I know you're afraid." "Grandfather told you," I whispered. "He didn't have to tell me," Mama said. "I'm smart, you know.