Quotes About Vulnerability

You made it; your get to put it out there. Never apologize for it, never explain it away, never be ashamed of it. You did your best with what you knew, and you worked with what you had, in the time that you were given.

Even if my acquaintance at the publishing party was certain that she herself would never abandon her husband, the question was not entirely up to her. She was not the only person in that bed. All lovers, even the most faithful lovers, are vulnerable to abandonment against their will.

Me peame laskma oma südamel aeg-ajalt puruneda. Purustatud süda on hea märk. See tähendab, et sa vähemalt pürgisid millegi poole.

I can't be certain that Frank and I would have felt the same depth of love and tenderness for each other, had sex ever been part of our story. Sex is so often a cheat, a short cut of intimacy, a way to skip over knowing somebody's heart by knowing instead their mere body. So we were devoted to each other in our own way.

one of the reasons I was so free that year was because I was such a mess.

There is a quiet glory [in] merely making things, and then sharing those things with an open heart and no expectations.

I'd clung to her like a tragic little koala

It took me many years to become an honest person, and I know why: because the truth is often terrifying. Once you introduce truth into a room, the room may never be the same again.

Sex is so often a cheat—a shortcut of intimacy. A way to skip over knowing somebody's heart by knowing, instead, their mere body.

Either way, the vulnerable human ego is protected. Protected from the corrupting influence of praise. Protected from the corrosive effects of shame.

The problem is that we're all full of desire, it is the very hallmark of our emotional existence, and it can lead to our downfall - and to the downfall of others.

I think perfectionism is just a high-end, haute couture version of fear. I think perfectionism is just fear in fancy shoes and a mink coat.

I know every inch of fear, from head to toe.

My earliest memories are of fear, as are pretty much all the memories that come after my earliest memories.

the drive for perfectionism is a corrosive waste of time, because nothing is ever beyond criticism. No

One does not wish to lose the fondness of people one admires by revealing too much of oneself.

One does not leave so small and beautiful a female creature alone with ten heated men in the middle of the night.

Peg could handle anything—war, catastrophe, failure, death of a relative, a cheating husband, the demolition of her beloved theater—without shedding a tear, but great moments in sports history always made her weepy.)

A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. <...> Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, <...> tear apart your ego a little bit, show your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light could get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you [have] to transform your life.

Just write anything and put it out there with reckless abandon.

Yet she was a woman who bravely played the game of life anyhow—and allowed the game of life to somewhat play her. She was ironic, but not cold. The effect was a survivor who had not lost the ability to feel.

He kept begging God, "Please, please, please open my heart.

Exactly because the human heart is such a mystery, love renders all our plans and all our intentions a great big gamble.

What does any of that have to do with the quiet glory of merely making things, and then sharing those things with an open heart and no expectations? I