Quotes About Vulnerability

Tell me, Cameron Ann Morgan, what do you want to be when you grow up?" We'd reached another door, and I stopped and looked up at the camera that monitored the entrance, just as I whispered, "Alive.

I know how it feels to be watched every second of every day. I know what it's like to trust fewer and fewer people until it seems like you are completely alone in the world. I know that you think that the only things that are left in the world are the bad things. I know what you're feeling, Cam. - Macey

Guys are like dogs—they can always tell when you're needy.

A new feeling coursed through me—relief. I felt…like a girl. Like I didn't know all the answers and that was okay because I still had time to learn them.

Why are you still so damned protective of me?: "You have to ask?" "I do." Mick came closer still, until his face hung an inch from mine. "If you have to ask, then you wouldn't believe my answer." He drew away and continued wiping my hands.

Rio crouched beside Nella's left knee, leather stretching over his thighs. He rested his hand on her leg. "You don't need to be afraid of us." His hand was large and warm. A need to relax flowed through her, a need to trust, to put her fate in his so-strong hands. "Yes, she does," Rees said softly. "Pay no attention to the man with the large hard-on," Rio said.

Porque jamás saldría indemne de aquella mirada, y jamás volvería a contemplar un fuego como el que alimentaba a aquellos ojos que ardían para herirme y para curarme a la vez.

Y estaba sola, me sentía sola, incapaz de hablar, que es quizás la peor forma de la soledad.

Hay que ser muy valiente para pedir ayuda, ¿sabes? Pero hay que ser todavía más valiente para aceptarla.

When we attend to someone who greets us, it is not to require confirmation, attestation, certification of our identity. To respond to someone who greets us is to drop our concerns and thoughts, and expose ourselves to her. It is to expose ourselves to questioning and judgment. Simply responding to her greeting is to recognize her rights over us. Each time we enter into conversation we expose ourselves to being altered or emptied out, emptied of our convictions, our expectations, our memories.

The death of a collaborator gives us an unnerving premonition that a like violence—a heavy or sharp tool that slips, an automobile collision, a microbe—could abruptly befall us in our time and space of work and reason, and could annihilate, along with our future, the significance of our past.

We would not know what happens if we did not know extreme pleasure, if we did not know extreme pain! It is because we sense that the only way to know what we are capable of, what we care about, what we fear, is to plunge into insecurity, loneliness, hunger, and cold, that we leave home to hitchhike across the country.

Death is only one of many ways to lose your life.

Bir kad?na yalan söylediÄŸiniz zaman kimsesiz ve bir bahanesi olmayan o çaresiz çocuk oluyoruz yeniden. Kad?n t?pk? bitkiler gibi, t?pk? orman?n f?rt?nalar? gibi, t?pk? sular?n girdaplar? gibi bizi en karanl?k semavi tasar?lar ve niyetlerle besliyor. Bunu baÅŸtan bilmek iyidir. Tersi sözkonusuysa y?k?c? sürprizlerle kar??laÅŸaca??z demektir.

We do not care what our enemies and those we despise may think of us, Hrype thought as he lowered his eyes before the onslaught. What rips us apart is when we are attacked by those we love.

Haven's warm, clammy palms press hard against my cheeks as the tarnished edge of her silver skull ring leaves a smudge on my skin.

Best friends make the worst enemies, they know all your secrets and how to hurt you the most.

Fear leaves you sweaty and shaky and insecure enough to question everything you know to be true.

What did you tell me back then? If I'm fool enough to ask, then you're fool enough to tell?

Sie hatten mich einfach in die Höhle des Löwen laufen lassen, ohne Munition, ohne Verteidigungsmittel, ohne Ratschläge, wie ich das überleben sollte.

I learned that my playin' could reach into people's souls. Got them out of their despair. Made 'em think 'bout their loved ones back home. Made 'em feel brave before they marched into battle. Made it feel safe for them to cry when they're sittin' 'round the campfire.

There was a lightness to the material that she loved but that also made her feel vulnerable, and she wondered which was more dangerous - the transparency of a fabric or of the soul?

Fear leaves you sweaty and shaky and insecure enough to question evrything you know to be true.

Con o sin ropa, sigues estando desnuda.