Quotes About Vulnerability

It's a big responsibility dating me. Because I come with a little bit of baggage, you know?

The truth is you can have a great marriage, but there are still no guarantees.

Unwillingness to risk failure is always there, but it gets harder when you feel you have more to lose.

When trauma involves intentional harm, such as in a crime or abuse, trust can totally collapse.

Markings in dry clay disappear Only when the clay is soft again. Scars upon the self disappear Only when one becomes soft within.

The fact is that she was terribly undressed and I was extremely undressed too. The fact is that I still had my hand where she didn't have anything and she had hers where the same wasn't quite true of me. The fact is that I found myself underneath her and consequently she found herself on top of me.

Talk into my bullet hole. Tell me I'm fine.

We'd torn open our chests and shown our cowardly hearts, and you can never stay friends after something like that

Its always been my tendency to lie to doctors, as if good health consisted only of the ability to fool them.

Yo, al igual que usted, parezco una naranja. A mi, al igual que a usted, todos los días alguna empresa pública o privada me exprime.

I have only known you about five months. But you know every piece of my life, all the ugly details. Now I'm asking you to trust me with yours—not because I want to know your stuff, but because I want to know you. What made you this amazing woman that you are, this woman that I've grown to admire and love. I want to know her story.

His arm moved around her, then he lowered his head, tipped her chin. His lips moved across hers as softly as butterfly wings, tasting, testing. She trembled in response. She hadn't known he was capable of such gentleness. It only endeared him to her more.

He forked his fingers through his hair, clutching fistfuls until his scalp tightened. He'd been confused until she'd looked at him, until he'd seen the look in her eyes. And then he knew. She was afraid. Afraid because he made her feel things, things she hadn't felt with Stephen or probably anyone else, because this was real love. Not some tepid, watered-down version. But Meridith wanted tepid. She wanted safe. His

Maybe you should say something to her, man. Like what? You know what. Like, 'Gosh, best buddy, I've fallen in love with you, and I know you don't feel the same way, but will you put your life on hold for me until my tour's up?' Something like that, you mean? You might want to soften it up a little, but yeah.

What the heck. He'd gone this far, might as well go for broke. He slid his fingers along the curve of her cheek, relishing the softness of her skin. "I haven't felt so happy in... I can't even remember

Fog plumed in front of his face with each breath, and his blue eyes sparkled under the lighting. A fat flake landed on his eyelashes. Layla unconsciously reached out and wiped it away with her gloved thumb. The look in his eyes shifted. She couldn't break away from his gaze. His hand tightened around hers. Suddenly she felt warm. Too many layers. She needed to ditch the scarf. Maybe the coat. What was wrong with her?

And then he was gone. Gone in so many ways. Not just lost in the moment, but lost in Abigail. She'd come into his home and found her way into his boarded-up heart. She'd pulled off the sheets, dusted the corridors, and let the sun in again. It felt good. He felt alive. She made him feel alive.

His eyes drifted to hers again. It was all she could do to hold his gaze. He had a way of looking at her that made her feel like he was seeing all the way inside. She hadn't seen that gaze since the summer they painted sets at the community theater. She'd liked it then. Now, not so much.

As afraid as she was of loving and losing, she was even more afraid of losing the chance to love him. Maybe

All this time he'd thought it was her feelings for Stephen that kept Meridith at arm's length. But Stephen was gone, and still she held back. He'd seen the look in her eyes. She'd been putty in his hands when he'd touched her. And then a wall had come up, shutting him out. What gave? And equally as baffling, how had Meridith, in two and a half months, gone from adversary to keeper of his heart?

I wanted to know all the bones in your spine, all the pores of your skin, tendrils of body hair. To let all of my skin, my hands, ankles, shoulders, breasts, even my shadow, be forever imprinted with whatever of you is forever unknown of me.

Just when you seem to yourself nothing but a flimsy web of questions, you are given the questions of others to hold in the emptiness of your hands, songbird eggs that can still hatch if you keep them warm, butterflies opening and closing themselves in your cupped palms, trusting you not to injure their scintillant fur, their dust. You are given the questions of others as if they were answers to all you ask. Yes, perhaps this gift is your answer.

And we, frightened, bored, wanting only to sleep till catastrophe has raged, clashed, seethed and gone by without us, wanting then to awaken in quietude without remembrance of agony, we who in shamefaced private hope had looked to be plucked from fire and given a bliss we deserved for having imagined it, is it implied that we must protect this perversely weak animal, whose muzzle's nudgings suppose there is milk to be found in us? Must hold to our icy hearts a shivering God?

I want to love someone so selflessly that he would never even think about going away. I suppose that's what most people want. In fact, that's probably why we don't kill one another all the time. Everyone's just a little too lonely to risk it.