Quotes About Vulnerability

That's a nice sense of immunity from prosecution you got there," Alma told them. "Be a shame if something were to happen to it.

I understand the fear surrounding this topic, but the fear is misplaced. We shouldn't be afraid of speaking about this, we should be more afraid of what not speaking about this can lead to. It can ruin relationships, destroy families, and in the most dire circumstances it can end lives.

And the third is from him: "Second date?" I immediately text him back: "Hell yeah!" Then I collapse on my bed and enjoy that "butterflies in the stomach" feeling. I've felt the butterflies before from time to time, but this is the first time I haven't sort of wanted to attack them with a flyswatter.

Do we still live in a world where being polite keeps order or does it leave you vulnerable?

Tou said that

The mistrust we have in our intuitive abilities leaves us, like sheep, extremely vulnerable. Our culture's present emphasis on the importance of intellect at the expense of instinctual knowing has rendered us defenseless. We have crippled ourselves in our hesitation to mobilize our instincts, even when to do so would save our lives. We

Still, the thought of the words "I want to spend the rest of my life with you" had me shaking and crying and unable to speak. What a statement. What a beautiful, unselfish, loving, trusting statement.

As an actor, you have to be open to the experience, and you have to be willing to take risks and be vulnerable.

all of us bearing wounds from our past that we no longer felt obligated to conceal because we had one another.

A thinking woman sleeps with monsters.The beak that grips her, she becomes.

You touched me in places so deep I wanted to ignore you.

She had to possess the courage to enter, through language, states which most people deny or veil with silence.

I write for the still-fragmented parts in me, trying to bring them together. Whoever can read and use any of this, I write for them as well.

The possibilities that exist between two people, or among a group of people, are a kind of alchemy. They are the most interesting thing in life. The liar is someone who keeps losing sight of these possibilities

When I try to speak my throat is cut and, it seems, by his hand The sounds I make are prehuman, radical the telephone is always ripped-out and he sleeps on Yet always the tissue grows over, white as silk hardly a blemish maybe a hieroglyph for scream Child, no wonder you never wholly trusted your keepers

if you unquestioningly accept one piece of the culture that despises and fears you, you are vulnerable to other pieces.

But it is the subjects, the conversations, the facts we shy away from, which claim us in the form of writer's block, as mere rhetoric, as hysteria, insomnia, and constriction of the throat.

A thinking woman sleeps with monsters

We stayed mute and disloyal because we were afraid I would have touched my fingers to where your breasts had been but we never did such things

When we discover that someone we trusted can be trusted no longer, it forces us to reexamine the universe, to question the whole instinct and concept of trust. For a while, we are thrust back onto some bleak, jutting ledge, in a dark pierced by sheets of fire, swept by sheets of rain, in a world before kinship, or naming, or tenderness exist; we are brought close to formlessness.

For every bandaged wound I'll scrape another   open

I want to crawl into her for refuge lay my head in the space between her breast and shoulder abnegating power for love as women have done

It means that most of the time I am eager, longing for the possibility of telling you. That these possibilities may seem frightening, but not destructive, to me. That I feel strong enough to hear your tentative and groping words. That we both know we are trying all the time, to extend the possibilities of truth between us. The possibility of life between us.

I've always been a very passionate, sometimes overly emotional person. Sometimes things affect me more than they should.