Quotes About Vulnerability

Pretentiousness repels but authenticity attracts, and vulnerability is the pathway to intimacy.

You're only as sick as your secrets.

As so many people in the Bible did, tell God exactly how you feel.

It's encouraging to know that all of God's closest friends — Moses, David, Abraham, Job, and others — had bouts with doubt. But instead of masking their misgivings with pious clichés, they candidly voiced them openly and publicly. Expressing doubt is sometimes the first step toward the next level of intimacy with God.

God has never been impressed with strength or self-sufficiency. In fact, he is drawn to people who are weak and admit it.

Secrets had the power to kill a marriage

The kind of stuff you tended not to talk about because it wasn't usually a good idea to reveal so much disrepair to other people.

How deceptive that could be. One could lose everything in the blink of an eye, the slip of a foot.

It had nothing in common with what he and Margaret did in bed, where he always felt he was imposing an indignity on her and she was trying to pretend he wasn't.

She had married him in order to be safe from the chaos. He had married her, she now understood, for the same reason. They were the last two people on earth who could make anyone safe from anything.

That was the thing about hospitals, anyone could wander into your room and gawp at you when you were at your very lowest, your most unflattering.

the gingerbread house was a prison, not a place of safety. It was where you were fattened up for the oven by the witch so you could be eaten, like a Christmas goose.

It was undignified to be on show like this. That was the thing about hospitals, anyone could wander into your room and gawp at you when you were at your very lowest, your most unflattering.

Boys do tell you how they really feel. I think you just have to be in the right place at the right time or maybe be the right person

I half hoped Mr. Pearson would waLk out holding Thomas by the scruff of his neck, still wearing his boxers or pajama pants or whatever the hell a guy like him slept in. But seconds later, when Mr. Pearson emerged, he was red with rage and completely alone. Thomas was gone.

She was just having a good cry all to herself.

But the very passions themselves were aroused within her soul, swaying it, lashing it, as the waves daily beat upon her splendid body. She trembled, she was choking, and the tears blinded her.

When I'm writing about myself, I write out of a strong urge not to protect myself. When I feel ego or self justification or defensiveness creeping in or a wish to make myself look better than I was, I squelch it, if I can. It takes vigilance. Exposing myself is the only way to go, though. If I'd rather wear veils, I should write fiction.

Did you think that rats do not have hearts? Wrong. All living things have a heart. And the heart of any living thing can be broken.

Someone will come for you, but first you must open your heart...

I have learned how to love. And it's a terrible thing. I'm broken. My heart is broken. Help me.

There was something scary about watching adults sleep. It was as if no one at all were in charge of the world.

Go ahead, Marlene, thought Edward. Push me around. Do with me as you will. What does it matter? I am broken. Broken.

He smiled at me. He did that thing again, where he pulled back his lips and showed me his teeth. He smiled so big it made him sneeze. It was like he was saying, I know i'm a mess. Isn't it funny?