Quotes About Vulnerability

I was supposed to have an edge. But sharp-edged girls had feelings, too.

The problem was that there was no treatment. No cure. There was nothing that...any medical professional could do. If I'd been fully human, I would have been a dead girl walking....

You're a very pretty girl...Did you know? Once upon a time, I had a pretty, pretty boy.' She reached forward and touched my cheek with one manicured hand.

I don't want to be alone," I whispered. The second those words left my mouth, Vivvie flew across the room. She hugged me like hugging was a contact sport.

was starting to sink in that for the rest of my life, the people I met, the people I became close to—there would always be a chance that they saw me as a payout.

She'd let me in, and for the first time, I actually wanted to do the same, to tell someone the truth. That I wasn't normal. That I wasn't human.

But when he smiled, I still felt seven years old and about three inches tall.

I lie to her. Because this world is not safe. The people who are supposed to protect us, the people we are supposed to trust -- I know that sometimes they are the ones who do the most harm.

This was a different Eve. Gone were the layers of self-protection, the vulnerability, the raw emotion—all of it. "You helped Blake abduct Toby, didn't you?" I said, certainty washing over me like a wave of heat. "I wouldn't have had to," Eve replied, her tone smooth and hard, "if Toby had opened up. If he'd just agreed to bring me here. But he wouldn't.

But on a more visceral level: I could have died.

I looked down at my hands, unable to meet her eyes. My wrists were still angry and red. The raw skin looked how I felt.

It occurred to me then to wonder how much Vivvie knew. Telling her—about Ivy, about Kostas, about what had happened to me—seemed insurmountable.

I was the glass ballerina or the knife.

Grayson wanted me safe, and I wasn't.

Sawyer? I think I can feel my shoulder." "Can you feel your hands?" "No." "What about your legs?" "No." "Can you move?" "Let me check . . . Also no." "Then what good could it possibly do us that you now have feeling in your shoulder?" "I don't know, Sawyer. But I think I hear someone coming, and you're the one in charge of coming up with plans.

I use knowing things about people as an excuse to keep them from knowing me.

you're not a player, kid. You're the glass ballerina—or the knife.

Some people like having their friends aroun when things get tough,and some people need to be alone. When she/he ready to talk, she/he will talk.

Mijn vermogen om het bange, weerloze meisje neer te zetten was nu wel verdwenen.

It was always going to be you," I told Jameson. He needed to hear it. I needed to say it, even though always painted over so much. In response, Jameson gave me another crooked smile. "It's times like this, Heiress, that I wish I'd fallen in love with a girl who wasn't quite so good at bluffing.

I moved closer to Rebecca, whose arms were wrapped around her middle, like all she could do was stand there and just keep taking the blows.

I told you, kid," Nash said beside me. "You're not a player. You're the glass ballerina—or the knife.

And my head of security didn't want me in this room with her alone.

was always going to be you," I told Jameson. He needed to hear it. I needed to say it, even though always painted over so much. In response, Jameson gave me another crooked smile. "It's times like this, Heiress, that I wish I'd fallen in love with a girl who wasn't quite so good at bluffing.