Quotes About Vulnerability

I feel the blood rush to my face, fell that exquisite mixture of pain and pleasure that comes from being seen when you're vulnerable.

It did not do to give your heart to a man so entirely, she thought. Men did not value what they came by easily. Once you loved, you laid yourself open to pain.

There are no brave men and cowardly men in the world, my son. There are only brave men. To be born, to live, to die—that takes courage enough in itself, and more than enough. We are all brave men and we are all afraid, and what the world calls a brave man, he too is brave and afraid like the all rest of us. Only he is brave for five minutes longer.

A terrified rat will swear to anything.

Nature wanted to show mankind, an irreverent, over-venturesome mankind, just how puny and pitifully helpless a thing mankind really is…

Women's potential to disrupt patriarchy and make men vulnerable is why it's so easy for women to make men feel foolish or emasculated through the mildest humor that focuses on maleness and hints at women's power to stop going along with the status quo.

As the working girls in the local brothels would later testify, he treated women as devoid of human feelings, therefore unworthy of tenderness or respect.

Most men, if they're going to lie to a woman, would be far better off doing it over the phone, in a letter, or with all the lights off and a blanket over their heads.

Anyone who calls it "sexual intercourse" can't possibly be interested in actually doing it. You might as well announce you're ready for lunch by proclaiming, "I'd like to do some masticating and enzyme secreting.

I like writing teen characters because they're vulnerable to the newness of things; and vulnerability makes emotional responses raw, vital and unguarded. Lacking a context of consequences, choices are riskier and stakes higher. Life is lived without a safety net. As an author and reader, I find that a mighty charge to drama.

Trust is a fragile thing, easily broken, and hard to mend.

keeping secrets will tear you up inside.

deep inside she wondered--feared--what it would take to break her.

Even her heart lied to her...

No man would ever use both hands to hold a cup of tea, unless he was one day's march from the South Pole, with one chum dead in the snow, dogs all eaten and six fingers about to drop off. And even then he would look around the empty tent to check, in case anybody thought it was girly.

You're not making a whole lot of sense." "I am in my head," I mutter. What does he need me to do here? Stand up on the table and yell, "Hello! Hot guy! I'm into you!

I knew that none of us are made any promises, none of us are ordained to be here forever, or even for as long as we want to believe. This is what nearly being robbed of time does to you: it leaves you glancing over both shoulders, wondering when it will catch up to you, wondering when its pace will quicken so you can no longer outrun it.

Finding that one person out there in the big wide world who you choose to be with...well, that's something else entirely. Love is scary and magical and bittersweet and special and hard and wonderful and the best thing that can ever happen to you in life.

You can't stop people from morphing the truth. It's human nature. I blow-dry my hair, put on make-up, wear high-heels. I've laughed at jokes told by men who simply weren't that funny. We create an outer identify to hide our innate vulnerability. But even deeper, it springs from the most primal desire we harbour.

Kat," Hale groaned, then fell back onto the pillows. "Funny, I didn't hear a doorbell." "I let myself in; hope that's okay." Hale smiled. "Or the alarm." She stepped inside, tossed a pocket-size bag of tools onto the bed. "You're due for an upgrade." Hale propped himself against the antique headboard and squinted up at her. "She returns." He crossed his arms across his bare chest. "You know, I could be naked in here.

Hey, Macey, sorry to drop in but Cammie just had to be alone with me. You know how she gets.

Trust. We stake our lives on it, but it's a subject that not even the Gallagher Academy can teach. When do you let your guard down? Who do you let in? And I knew at that moment, as I sat beside my mother, bathing in the warm spring light, that those were the questions a good spy never stops asking

Someday you will know that the heart is not always as wise as it is strong. - Uncle Eddie

Hey I bruise," Hale said. "Also, you are freakishly strong.