Quotes About Vulnerability

We looked at each other until it felt like everything would burst into flames

And how can you say I love you to someone you love? I rolled onto my side and fell asleep next to her. Here is the point of everything I have been trying to tell you, Oskar. It's always necessary.

I zipped myself all the way into the sleeping bag of myself, not because I was hurt, and not because I had broken something, but because they were cracking up.

I've raised my voice at a human only twice in my entire life. Both times at the same human. Put differently: I've known only one human in my entire life. Put differently: I've allowed only one human to know me.

Only humans can cry tears.

Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of...

I would have done anything for him. Maybe that was my sickness. We made love in nothing places and turned the lights off. It felt like crying. We could not look at each other. It always had to be from behind. Like that first time. And I knew he wasn't thinking of me. He squeezed my sides so hard, and pushed so hard. Like he was trying to push me through to somewhere else. Why does anyone ever make love?

In the past seven years of love-making he had heard the words I love you so many times: from the mouths of widows and children, from prostitutes, family friends, travelers, and adulterous wives. Women said I love you without his ever speaking. The more you love someone, he came to think, the harder it is to tell them. It surprised him that strangers didn't stop each other on the street to say I love you.

It hurts me when you do not want to hurt me.

The only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad.

In the end, everyone looses everyone. There was no invention to get around that, and so I felt, that night, like the turtle that everything else in the universe was on top of.

she cried and cried and cried, there weren't any napkins nearby so I ripped the page from the book - I don't speak. I'm sorry. - and used it to dry her cheeks, my explanation and apology ran down her face like mascara (..)

Everyone has a pipeline through which he pushes what he is willing and able to share of himself out into the world, and through which he takes in all of the world that he is willing and able to bear. Max's conduit wasn't bigger than anyone else's, it was simply unclogged. What

it broke my heart into more pieces than my heart was made of

We need enormous pockets, pockets big enough for our families, and our friends, and even the people who aren't on our lists, people we've never met but still want to protect. We need pockets for boroughs and for cities, a pocket that could hold the universe. But I knew there couldn't be pockets that enormous. In the end, everyone loses everyone. There was no invention to get around that, and so I felt, that night, like the turtle that everything else in the universe was on top of.

In the end, everyone loses everyone. There's no invention to get around that. And so, I felt that night like the turtle that everything in the universe was on top of.

The more you love someone, he came to think, the harder it is to tell them.

I felt suddenly shy.     I was not used to shy.     I was used to shame.     Shyness is when you turn your head away from something you want.     Shame is when you turn your head away from something you do not want.

You're going to catch a cold. I already have a cold. You are going to catch a colder.

Maybe it's true that you can use up all of your tears...It was nice to think about, because what I wanted was to be empty.

Shy is when you turn your head away from something you want. Shame is when you turn your head away from something you do not want.

Als we op een dag een levensvorm tegenkomen die machtiger en intelligenter is dan wij zelf, en die soort zou ons zien zoals wij vissen zien, wat zouden we dan als argument aanvoeren om niet te worden opgegeten?

I observed that the hero had small rivers descending his face, and I wanted to put my hand on his face, to be architecture for him

it broke my heart into more pieces than my heart was made of, why can't people say what they mean at the time?