Quotes About Vulnerability

He gazed at us one after the other, as if to reassure himself that there was no danger in sharing a confidence.

J'étais encore trop jeune pour connaître l'angoisse qu'elle éprouvait à rentrer seule chez elle.

We share out craziness, our neuroses, our little bit of screwed-up-ness that comes from our family. We share it. And it feels like love.

You know that your truth, the one that you hide… is the thing you are most afraid of.

Maybe hearts don't ever stop breaking once broken.

Know yourself and go in swinging, if it hurts when you hit, it might be real, too.

Whereas the town knows all about you already and wants to know more and wants to beat you with what it knows till how can you have any of yourself left at all?" ~pg 11

Sometimes you just have to feel bad about a thing. Sometimes that's the only thing that makes you human.

It is not her you need saving from, it said.

People break, I guess. Everyone.

Maybe there didn't have to be any other reasons. Maybe love made you stupid. Maybe loneliness did.

There came a point when Harry stopped trying to fight back, when the blows from the monster were too strong, too many, too fast, when he began begging the monster to stop.

What a sad thing men are. Can't do nothing good without being so weak we have to mess it up. Can't build something up without tearing it down.

Then I will eat you alive.

But that's the risk, isn't it? Being the best gives you nowhere to go but down. It also makes you a target, for if someone else wants to be the best, they have to beat you, don't they?

Raising his eyes to look directly into Linus's face was maybe the scariest thing he'd had to do all day long, but it was only the free-falling terror that always accompanied hope.

Is it because hope is scary?' my father asked. I looked back at him, startled. 'You think so, too?' He smiled, full of love. 'Hope is terrifying, Viola,' he said. 'No one wants to admit it, but it is.

Hope is terrifying, Viola," he said. "No one wants to admit it, but it is.

So what do I do?" he finally asked. You do what you did just know, the monster said. You speak the truth. "That's it?" You think it's easy? The monster raised two enormous eyebrows. You were willing to die rather than speak it.

Being the best gives you nowhere to go but down. It also makes you a target, for if someone else wants to be the best, they have to beat you, don't they?

Whereas the town knows all about you already and wants to know more and wants to beat you with what it knows till how can you ave any of yerself left at all?

Es mucho mas fácil ser objeto de amor que tener que llevar a cabo la complicada tarea de amar.

And maybe, Adam thought, maybe hearts don't ever stop breaking once broken. Maybe they just keep on beating, until they're broken again, and then they keep on beating still.

She can smell him now, a smudge of unwashed skin, poverty, extreme loneliness. She takes the can, still holding his hand, unrolling it, running a finger across its weathered palm.