Quotes About Vulnerability

They were so young, so gloriously, obliviously young, that it hurt to look at them.

Write books only if you are going to say in them the things you would never dare confide to anyone.

Élodie, who was rising fifteen, lifted her anaemic, puffy, virginal face with its wispy hair; she was so thin-blooded that good country air seemed only to make her more sickly.

Pero es que no ve lo que estoy sufriendo?... Que estupidez, ¿verdad? ¡Sufro como un niño!

Dígame si tengo que ponerme de rodillas para conmoverle el corazón.

She was afraid to love me, Nancy said. I never realized it. By keeping her distance, she thought she could protect me. If she didn't love me, maybe I would escape notice. I would survive.

Nay, you'll be ashamed of me everyday of your life, he answered; and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.

I'll try to break their hearts by breaking my own.

You have a heart and nerves the same as your brother men! Why should you be anxious to conceal them?

I'd be glad of a retaliation that wouldn't recoil on myself; but treachery, and violence, are spears pointed at both ends — they wound those who resort to them, worse than their enemies.

Poor wretch!' I thought; 'you have a heart and nerves the same as your brother men! Why should you be anxious to conceal them? Your pride cannot blind God! You tempt him to wring them, till he forces a cry of humiliation.

Plakala sam i zbog njega i zbog nje; katkada žalimo ljude koji nemaju osje?aja ni za sebe ni za druge.

I'll try to break their hearts by breaking my own.  That will be a prompt way of finishing all, when I am pushed to extremity!

She dealt her pretty words like Blades -- How glittering they shone -- And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone -- She never deemed -- she hurt -- That -- is not Steel's Affair -- A vulgar grimace in the Flesh -- How ill the Creatures bear -- To Ache is human -- not polite -- The Film upon the eye Mortality's old Custom -- Just locking up -- to Die.

An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously near.

open me carefully

Love is its own rescue; for we, at our supremest, are but its trembling emblems.

If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve— That's a steady posture— Never any bend Held of those Brass arms— Best Giant made— If your Soul seesaw— Lift the Flesh door— The Poltroon wants Oxygen— Nothing more—

You cannot fold a flood and put it in a drawer, because the winds would find it out and tell your cedar floor.

Oh Susie, I often think that I will try to tell you how very dear you are, and how I'm watching for you, but the words won't come, though the tears will, and I sit down disappointed. Yet, darling, you know it all-- then why do I seek to tell you? I do not know. In thinking of those I love, my reason is all gone from me, and I do fear sometimes that I must make a hospital for the hopelessly insane, and chain myself up there so I won't injure you.

The soul should always stand ajar.

To fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.

I am afraid to own a Body— I am afraid to own a Soul—

Since I have no sweet flower to send you, I enclose my heart; a little one, sunburnt, half broken sometimes, yet close as the spaniel, to it's friends