Quotes About Vulnerability

There is nothing so imperfect, so helpless, so naked, so shapeless, so foul, as man observed at birth, to whom alone, one might almost say, Nature has given not a clean passage to the light; but, defiled with blood and covered with filth, and resembling more one just slain than one just born, he is an object for none to touch or lift up or kiss or embrace except for someone who loves with a natural affection.

But I'd rather help than watch. I'd rather have a heart than a mind. I'd rather expose too much than too little. I'd rather say hello to strangers than be afraid of them. I would rather know all this about myself than have more money than I need. I'd rather have something to love than a way to impress you.

I want someone who puts the whole ball of wax at risk. I want the kind of marriage where we would follow each other out into the stormy fatal sea or I'm not marrying at all.

For students coming to meditation practice with faulty ego functioning, the enlightenment ideal may mistakenly represent 'a purified state of complete and invulnerable self-sufficiency from which all badness has been expelled, the aim of all narcissistic strivings

Pray for me, that I may not flee for fear of the wolves.

The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4am knows all my secrets.

He has ' le coeur comme un artichaud '. Eddy fumbled for her high school French. 'A heart like an artichoke?' ' Oui . He has a leaf for everyone, but makes a meal for no one.

Why bother? I was right all along: the second you make yourself vulnerable to someone, they start drawing blood.

When you have too much faith in something, it's bound to hurt you. Too much faith in anything will suck you dry. In this way, all the world is a vampire.

Never relinquish your terrors. That's when they catch you.

I press my hands against my chest, wishing I could somehow be even closer to him. I hate skin; I hate bones and bodies. I want to curl up inside of him and be carried there forever.

God save me from those I trust in.

The fragility of the intellectual is the same as the poet's: It's all about the I and its desperate sense of the we.

You can't lock yourself up and make yourself completely safe. You can't. It's not possible.

Yang tak berdarah mati. Yang kekurangan darah lemah. Hanya yang berlumuran darah saja perkasa. Ada adinda dengar? Perkasa! Dan hanya si lemah berkubang dalam air matanya sendiri. (Tumenggung Mandraka)

Kudekati ranjang ayahku, kuraba kakinya yang kering. Hatiku tersayat. Bukankah kaki itu dulu seperti kakiku juga dan pernah mengembara ke mana-mana? Dan kini kaki itu terkapar di atas kasur ranjang rumahsakit. Bukan kemauannya. Ya, bukan kemauannya. Rupa-rupanya manusia ini tak selamanya bebas mempergunakan tubuh dan hidupnya. Dan kelak begitu juga halnya dengan kakiku.

Karena itu, Ann, kau harus kuat. Kalau tidak, orang akan sangat mudah jadi permainan, dan terus dipermainkan oleh orang-orang semacam dia itu.

Pelacur makhluk lemah tanpa pelindung.

Anggaplah aku sebagai telornya yang telah jatuh dari petarangan. Pecah. Bukan telor yang salah.

Di atas pelupuh humatita orang damai dalam tidurnya, suami-istri berpelukan, anak-anak berserak tanpa baju tanpa celana. Hanya asap dan asap selimut mereka.

Bakal jadi apa kau ini kalau aku tidak sanggup bersikap keras? Terhadap siapa saja. Dalam hal ini biar cuma aku yang jadi kurban, sudah kurelakan jadi budak belian. Kaulah yang terlalu lemah, Ann, berbelas kasihan tidak pada tempatnya.

Senjata lebih berarti di tangan orang sebodoh-bodohnya dari pada keterpelajaran dari tubuh tanpa pelindung.

What is our greatest strength when we are balanced often is our worst weakness when we are out of sorts.

Our ignorance allowed us to live, as you are in the mountains, and your rope is frayed and about to break, but you don't know it and feel safe.