Quotes About Vulnerability

When you love someone, there's risk.

Write, and do it now instead of capitalizing on your nice figure and your pretty hair. Stop being so charming." The sting of his words made me dizzy. My ears rang. "If I am charming it's your fault and Mother's." "You're just afraid to be lonely.

I wasn't raised to acknowledge my own feelings, let alone stick up for myself like that. That's movie dialogue, not real life.

Oh." I leaned back in his arms and felt my head go woozy. —

Her slender shoulders slumped making Marcus want to go to her and vow he'd never hurt her the way he could as a Drakkon.

It turns out that playing it safe, at least in matters of the heart, is the most dangerous thing you can do. By that route, you become a butterfly pinned to the wall, with wonderful colors and all kinds of potential but going nowhere. Your wings are clipped. To really fly you must claim the courage to live out of your real self, the one God called into being.

Love anything . . . and your heart will be wrung. The more you succeed at love—the more you will have to lose. But honestly, would playing it safe and hedging your bets take you any place you really wanted to be? And as painful as love can be, could wisdom be won by any other means?

It's alot harder than you'd think to scar a kid for life.

Some women barter their bodies like whores with wedding bands. Some use sex like a sword. But some women can touch a man and heal like Jesus.

There is no cure for a bleeding heart.

The only way to cull the uncommon man from the common is with his clothes off.

Boone stood in front of Doc, half naked. Soft black hair ran down his chest, disappearing below his belt. He had arms that made a woman feel light as a scarf, a stomach flat enough to iron on, and an attitude set to smolder.

In case of attack, this completely inadequate load of bird shot will make a loud noise, if nothing else.

O desabafo é uma coisa louca. Umas vezes é tímido, outras é ousado. Não gosta da solidão nem da prisão do peito. Abandona o profundo e corre na estrada de ar, invade os tímpanos alheiros e encrava-se nos sentimentos de outrém.

The first prerogative of an artist in any medium is to make a fool of himself.

The first prerogative of any artist, in any medium, is to make a fool of himself.

To a considerable extent we are faced by a technology arms race with terrorists. The communications revolution has made it easier for terrorist groups to reach out to vulnerable individuals with their violent extremist ideology and propaganda. It has also facilitated fundraising, recruitment and training.

Keep me rather in this cage, and feed me sparingly, if you dare. Anything that brings me closer to illness and the edge of death makes me more faithful. It is only when you make me suffer that I feel safe and secure. You should never have agreed to be a god for me if you were afraid to assume the duties of a god, and we know that they are not as tender as all that. You have already seen me cry. Now you must learn to relish my tears.

She wanted him to love her, there, the truth was out: she wanted him to be chafing under the urge to touch her lips and penetrate her body, to devastate her if need be, but not to remain so calm and self-possessed.

Keep me rather in this cage, and feed me sparingly, if you dare. Anything that brings me closer to illness and the edge of death makes me more faithful. It is only when you make me suffer that I feel safe and secure. You should never have agreed to be a god for me if you were afraid to assume the duties of a god, and we all know that they are not as tender as all that. You have already seen me cry. Now you must learn to relish my tears.

The word "open" and the expression "opening her legs" were, on her lover's lips, charged with such uneasiness and power that she could never hear them without experiencing a kind of internal prostration, a sacred submission, as though a god, and not he, had spoken to her.

She moaned in the darkness, all the time he possessed her. The

She could not help thinking that the expression "open oneself to someone," which meant to give oneself, for her had only one meaning, a literal, physical, and in fact absolute meaning, for she was in fact opening every part of her body which was capable of being opened. It also seemed to her that this was her raison d'être

O was infinitely more moving when her body was covered with marks, of whatever kind, if only because these marks made it impossible for her to cheat and immediately proclaimed, the moment they were seen, that anything went as far as she was concerned. For to know this was one thing, but to see the proof of it, and to see the proof constantly renewed, was quite another.