Quotes About Vulnerability

In a society that has fallen prey to anarchy the voracious appetite for persecution feeds on victims indiscriminately, as long as they are weak and vulnerable. The least pretext is enough. No one really cares about the guilt or innocence of the victim.

L'amour n'est pas une affaire personnelle. C'est un désastre, une impudicité, une détresse, une bonté. Aimer c'est effrayant, mais c'est notre seule chance. Notre dernière, je veux dire.

She is afraid, and yet she wants the priest to see inside her and accept the monsters that wrap around the secret, pure part of her--the part she managed to save, miraculously, that so many of us have lost. she knows the monsters are there and yet wants to be seen.

and every time she says the word, it breaks her heart into pieces that she has to pick up in her hands and shove back in her chest.

I'm afraid," she confessed, her voice quiet. "Of what?" "That if the box is opened I might want and want and never be filled." She took a breath. "That you will get tired of filling it." She paused and spoke her deepest fear, turning to his ear. "That you will use me and throw me away.

Deep in her secret heart, in the pure place she protects, she is afraid she will always be alone—that she will go through life without being known. And she will not survive that.

Naomi felt very small, hiking through this endless dark forest. Fresh snow dusted the ground.

His mild efforts at curiosity had been rebuffed--not with coldness but with her single-minded focus on her cases. And yet he could sense something deeply vulnerable about her. It was that part of her that spoke to his soul. He wasn't a ledge talker for nothing.

Are you trying to talk your way into my bed?" she asked, her voice thick with emotion. "No." His voice sounded warm. "I'm trying to talk my way into your heart.

Find my weak points, but more importantly, find yours.

Kissing is a means of getting two people so close together that they can't see anything wrong with each other.

It is a terrible thing To be so open: it is as if my heart Put on a face and walked into the world. —SYLVIA PLATH, "A POEM FOR THREE VOICES

I want to know how I can break down that wall and prove to you that I'm the man for you and figure out what we need to do to go to the next level.

All of you are hurt. You're hurt because of the secrets. The secrets that have festered inside.

But how could they be together on any permanent basis when she only felt comfortable with him in her bedroom?

When an international financier is confronted by a holdup man with a gun, he automatically hands over not only his money and jewelry but also his shirt and pants, because it doesn't occur to him that a robber might draw the line somewhere.

It is my conceit to expose myself to reproach only from others, never from myself.

Many Americans would die naked in the middle of the road before they'd tell you what's hurt them most. But a born Southerner will show you the cell in their heart that burns the hardest. They'll hold it out to you in their bare right hand.

Lewis could feel something swelling inside him, at his sinuses and in his chest. He had worked hard to keep this ghost at bay, but now it was pressing in, coming to claim its dues. The tears were coming, and he had to swallow to hold them. He stood up.

On the other side, apartment blocks—intact except for the fronts, which had been completely blown off, revealing the rooms and furniture within—stood like giant doll's houses.

Get out of your head and into your heart

Miscommunication is at the heart of your heartbreak

The word courage comes from the French word coeur, which means "heart." When you go ahead and do something despite the fear you feel, courage arises from within your heart.

He had to remember what she was. Human. Breakable. And he was an animal who liked to play rough.