Quotes About Vulnerability

The more our self-esteem is tied to our competency or perceived competency, the more debilitating shame will be for us, whether it's coming from us or from others.

It was a bright day, but cold, and the whores had emerged, working the Combat Zone, looking cold and bizarre in their miniskirts, boots, and blond wigs. Being seductive at twenty degrees was heavy going, I thought. Being horny at twenty degrees wasn't all that easy either.

I peeked under the covers. Susan was naked except for a pair of thick white athletic socks.

Sometimes a secret kept causes pain for one," I said. "And a secret shared causes pain for two.

fear that if I'm dependent on anything or anyone I can't control my life.

To be looked at by Susan, naked, with those eyes, over a glass of pink champagne, was all I knew on earth, and all I had to know.

I peeked under the covers. Susan was naked except for a pair of thick white athletic socks. This was another good sign. Susan

peeked under the covers. Susan was naked except for a pair of thick white athletic socks. This was another good sign. Susan

I wonder why I'm so uneasy naked," she said. "Maybe it's the gimlet-eyed lechery of my gaze," I said. "Probably," she said.

I had my arm around her shoulder. She had her head against my neck. "Postcoital languor," she said, "is almost as good as inducing it.

Asking your husband to go one-on-one with Joe Broz is like putting a guppy in the piranha pool. If we don't find him before Broz does, he'll be eaten alive.

Tengo el corazón de un niño. Lo guardo en un jarro sobre mi estante

Their smiles were cracking. Glass is brittle.

A lion may die of an ass's kick.

Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie!

In a sense, omnipotence is a form of impotence.

Pluck my heart From my flesh And eat it.....

I have always pondered a tragic law of adolescence. (On second thought, the law probably applies to all ages to some extent). That law: People fall in love at the same time—often at the same stunning moment—but they fall out of love at different times. One is left sadly juggling the pieces of a fractured heart while the other has danced away.

He was afraid that his body would come loose, all his bones spilling out like a building collapsing, like a picket fence clattering apart.

People often die from love, and this is a secret we all keep, even from ourselves.

John Chen was a paranoid. He knew this about himself, just as he knew he had low self-esteem, a poor self-image, and a cornucopia of insecurities. But he also knew an enemy when he saw one. Even paranoids had enemies.

I didn't know what to say that wouldn't sound self

Deep purple moved through the blue as Pike left. Pike was creepy good at this stuff, but Pike had taken a serious risk by entering Jon's home. A cocked-and-locked Kimber .45 was only inches away, not that it had done Jon any good. Embarrassing. Jon

Pike hung up, and I stood in the center of the kitchen and listened to the silence. Someone had been in my home, and it made me feel creepy and violated and angry. I pulled out the Dan Wesson, sat it on the kitchen counter, and crossed my arms. "Let's see'm come back now." Acting tough will sometimes help, but not always, and the gun did not lessen the feeling that I was vulnerable and at risk. They seldom do.