Quotes About Vulnerability

If hearts could shatter, mine just did.

Total nudity is very strongly advised against, even when one is 'alone'. This is because absolute solitude does not exist in a world in which we share existence with the djinns and angels.

first casualties of every are the weak people like women, children and elderly and the last people who speak about are the UN, EU and USA

first casualties of every war are the weak people like women, children and elderly and the last people who speak about are the UN, EU and USA

Men don't cry but their eyes just take bath sometimes

Helpless creatures ought, on the contrary, to be treated as sacred trusts, whether they are orphans, or dependants, or creatures of any kind unable to assert themselves.

You have to talk about the things that cause you pain.

hay cosas, palabras, que uno lleva mordidas adentro y las lleva toda la vida, hasta que una noche siente que debe escribirlas, decírselas a alguien, porque si no las dice van a seguir ahí, doliendo, clavadas para siempre en la vergüenza.

I think I am very brave, upon the whole. If danger comes near my dwelling, I suppose I shall shudder.

The natural tenderness and delicacy of our constitution, added to the many dangers we are subject to from your sex, renders it almost impossible for a single lady to travel without injury to her character. And those who have a protector in a husband have, generally speaking, obstacles to prevent their roving.

This was what growing up was about: hide the corpse, don't bare your heart, do make assumptions about the motives of others. They're certainly doing all these things to you.

The poorest in America are the sickets. Poor people can't afford preventive care or insurance. The poor don't see doctors. They show up at our doorstep when things are advanced.

Be ready. Be seated. See what courage sounds like. See how brave it is to reveal yourself in this way. But above all, see what it is to still live, to profoundly influence the lives of others after you are gone, by your words.

Secrecy lives in the same rooms as loneliness. His secret and his failing is that after his mother's betrayal he cannot risk love.

she offered her arms, her hands, her kisses . . . and her willingness to be wounded.

The days that follow feel awkward. But silence still feels better than confessing. Besides, how does one rationally explain irrational fears? He

I swear, I'll try harder not to miss as much: the tree, or how your fingers under still sleep-stunned sheets coaxed all my colors back.

Here is my sacrifice: my hummingbird landing in a stranger's palm.

See, our job was simple: keep on living. Her job was harder, the hardest. Her job, her work, was to let the machine of survival break down, make the factory fail, to know that this war was winless, to know that she would singlehandedly destroy us all.

I have always been too sensitive, a weeper from a long line of weepers. I am the hurting kind. I keep searching for proof.

Perhaps we are hurtling our bodies towards the thing that will obliterate us, begging for love from the speeding passage of time...

HOW MOST OF THE DREAMS GO First, it's a fawn dog, and then it's a baby. I'm helping him to swim in a thermal pool, the water is black as coffee, the cement edges are steep so to sink would be easy and final. I ask the dog (that is also the child), Is it okay that I want you to be my best friend? And the child nods. (And the dog nods.) Sometimes, he drowns. Sometimes, we drown together.

I am beautiful. I am full of love. I am dying.

I scuttled without a shell, between houses and wives, a snake between skins, a monster of selfishness, my grotesque needs naked and pink.