Quotes About Vulnerability

Jij bent de glazen ballerina...of het mes.' - Nash Westbrook Hawthorne (De erfenis)

No," Max corrected. "You and I are friends. Grayson is the physical manifestation of your avoidant attachment style. He won't let himself want you. You don't want to want to be wanted. Everybody stays at arm's length. Nobody gets hurt, and nobody gets any.

My right hand holding the blue-green glass, I dropped the towel with my left and reached for him. "Don't," Grayson breathed. He turned to walk past me. "I told you once before, Avery: I'm broken. I won't break you, too. Go back to bed. Forget about that piece of glass and whatever else was in that bag. Stop playing the old man's games"... That felt final in a way that nothing else between us ever had.

Libby moved toward Nash and took his phone from his pocket. There was something intimate about the action--the way he let her, the way she knew he would.

I knew the exact moment that Toby saw the trap I had laid. "Horrible girl," he whispered roughly, and the tenderness in his eyes when he said it almost took me down.

Do you trust me?" I was standing in a phone-lit passageway, close enough to feel his body's heat on mine. "Absolutely not." "Good." He reached out, grabbed my hand, and pulled me close. "Hold on.

I stared at him--through the night, through the space between us. He looked away first. I was used to people walking away. I was good at not expecting anything from anyone.

I didn't want to think about anything, so I kissed the boy. This time it wasn't rough or frantic. It was gentle and slow and terrifying and perfect . And for once in my life, I didn't feel alone.

Sometimes we're at the mercy of other people. We don't even understand the power they have over us until it's too late.

Fear does that to a person: shrinks them down, makes them small and weak.

We don't know the terrible things that are coming our way," she said as she looked down at the cut crystal, her eyes teary. "We just see the shiny surface, our own beautiful selves reflected in it. Not the monster lurking beneath.

Though you work like mad to keep parts of you undiscovered, it is horrible to imagine that you will be completely successful. As the psychologist D.W. Winnicott wrote, "It is a joy to be hidden, but a disaster not to be found.

It's my experience that the people who are most afraid are the ones who hide behind mean and threatening words.

Just be careful with that heart of yours.

I'm a fuckup. I'm broken, and no one can fix it.

You are not alone." Before I can tell him, Actually I am, which is part of the problem; we are all alone, trapped in these bodies and our own minds, and whatever company we have in this life is only fleeting and superficial, he tightens his grip until I worry my arm will snap off. "And we are not done discussing this.

In case you haven't noticed, we're already involved, Finch. And in case you haven't noticed, I'm broken too.

We never know how long we have. We're never guaranteed tomorrow. I could die right now, right here.

When she looks up again two miles later, she says, "You know what I like about you, Finch? You're interesting. You're different. And I can talk to you. Don't let that go to your head." The air around us feels charged and electric, like if you were to strike a match, the air, the car, Violet, me—everything might just explode. I keep my eyes on the road. "You know what I like about you, Ultraviolet Remarkey-able? Everything.

I am not perfect. I have secrets. I am messy. Not just my bedroom but me. No one likes messy.

I want to say It's okay to be a person. We're all afraid. We all get hurt. It's okay to hurt. You'd be so much more likable if you just acted human.

I'm broken, and no one can fix it. I've tried. I'm still trying. I can't love anyone because it's not fair to anyone who loves me back. I'll never hurt you... But I can't promise I won't pick you apart, piece by piece, until you're in a thousand pieces just like me.

There's this feeling you get when you write a really good, true sentence or paragraph or scene, and it makes you feel invincible, as if you can do anything. It feels like a superpower, and in that moment no one can touch you. You're the best there is. That's how you make me feel, Jeremiah Crew. Like I'm the best there is.

Will you want me just as much when I'm fifteen feet nine inches?