Quotes About Vulnerability

Tension pulled my eyes open when her fingers traced a trail down my neck. Sensation blossomed, and I threw my head back and sucked in the air. Her arm slipped around my waist, catching me before I fell.

I could not believe this. I was going to be hacked to shreds to the accompaniment of applause.

A tear slipped from under my eyelid at Ivy's loneliness, her need for emotional reassurance, and her frustrations that though I could understand what she wanted, I was afraid to find out if I had the capacity to meet her halfway, to trust her. And my breath caught when she wiped the moisture away with a careful finger, unaware that it was for her.

Her fingers pressing into me grew firmer and her breath quickened. I told myself this was what I wanted. Believe it. Accepting it. –don't be afraid, she breathed as she held herself poised

You're good with people, and all I know how to do is give good neck.

I'm not talking about the blood ecstasy. I'm talking about my being able to fill that emotion void she has. You know her as well as I do, maybe better. She aches with it. She needs to be accepted for who she is so badly. And I was able to do that. Do you know good that felt? To be able to show someone that, yes, you are someone worth sacrificing for? That you like them for their faults and that you respect them for their ability to rise above them?

They will hurt her just like they hurt you to get it, and I'm not going to let that happen, you dumb little shit.

Look at yourself right now. You're half dead from blood loss, and you're out shopping. These disguises look great, but that's all they are: thin sheets of maybe standing between you and trouble.

Silly little vamp, afraid of her feelings.

Again Al touched me, but this time, his hand was gentle on my shoulder. "And if you're not, it's Ku'Sox. He knows you're too protected here, and you're a threat to him. He's summoning you. He's summoning you to where I can't follow. He's going to try to kill you!

Falling in love was the easiest thing in the world to do. Why was it always so hard for me to survive it?

You need someone a little dirty, honey, with a heart of gold.

He cupped my jaw with his hand. It was warm, and I didn't pull away. And then there are the rare ones who know love, who understand it. Who freely give of themselves, demanding only a return of that love, that trust. His faultless blue eyes never blinked, and I held my breath. It can be beautiful, Rachel, when there is trust and love. No one is bound. No one loses his or her will. No one becomes less. Both become more than they can be alone. But it is so rare, so beautiful when it happens.

I'm not afraid of love being difficult. If it was easy, then everyone would find it.

It had made me strong, but it had left me flawed.

The blood drained from my face, and I pulled out of his reach. "No." If Ford put me under, I had no idea what might come out.

Easy," Trent said when I stiffened, and he lifted my chin, reading the strain I'd lived with for the last few hours, the fear. "Why is it harder when those we love are in danger than when it's just us?" he whispered, and I blinked fast. I wasn't going to cry, damn it. I wasn't!

If an ocean can be vanquished, Folsom asked, is any place safe?

La plata y la estaca me romperán el corazón, mas los hombres jamás me herirán.

People didn't understand that true intimacy did not consist of sexual intercourse, which could be done with strangers and in a state of total alienation; intimacy consisted of talking for hours about what was most important in one's life.

Nakedness was dangerous to the social order, she thought, because it revealed too much reality.

Not that it would be wasting my time to chat in a bar with a good-looking woman, obviously, but I wanted to know as much as possible going in, because under the impact of a woman's direct gaze I am likely to suffer a mind wipe.

Only when things fall apart do you realize it can happen to you. You never think it can happen to you, until it does.

When I'm with you I feel faintly anxious, judged, inadequate. Not the kind of person you like, which I find offensive, and thus behave more like that part of me than ever. Though I want your good opinion too, but that desire I find irritating, and so contradicted in myself. Why should I care? You don't care. And yet you do care. I love you, you said. And she wanted him to feel that way when he was with her.