Quotes About Vulnerability

Who robbed the woods, The trusting woods? The unsuspecting trees Brought out their burrs and mosses His fantasy to please. He scanned their trinkets, curious, He grasped, he bore away. What will the solemn hemlock, What will the fir-tree say?

Poor little heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little heart! Did they forsake thee? Be debonair! Be debonair! Frail little heart! I would not break thee: Could'st credit me? Could'st credit me? Gay little heart! Like morning glory Thou'll wilted be; thou'll wilted be!

My Life had stood-- a Loaded Gun

Your sweetness intimidates.

I have not told my garden yet, Lest that should conquer me; I have not quite the strength now To break it to the bee.

Fearless the cobweb swings from the ceiling

There are umbrellas for rain. Parkas for blizzards. Storm cellars for tornadoes. But there's no protection for this.

We are one of those couples i used to watch, thinking to myself that I'd never be on the inside of something so special. I remember reassuring myself that it probably looked nicer than it actually was, I am happy to be wrong about that.

There are no absolutes in relationships. You can't take anything for granted. You can count on absolutely nothing but the unexpected. You only get in trouble when you start thinking that you're some kind of exception to the rule.

This time, I whispered that I loved him too. Then, I silently listed all the reason: I loved him for his gentleness. I loved him for being an amazing catch yet still vulnerable enough to be insecure. But most of all, I loved him for loving me.

I find my voice and manage to say those three one-syllable words back to him. Words I haven't uttered in a very, very long time. Words that meant nothing before now.

Whether you CAN forgive and whether you SHOULD trust.

Love made things feel precarious, and, when you got right down to it, everything in life was tenuous and fleeting and ultimately tragic.

But I cherished our filterless relationship and considered it the truest measure of a best friend, greater than pure affection. Who was the person you trusted enough to be your most transparent self with, in both good times and bad?

A drunk mind speaks a sober heart

But no matter what you call it, it seems that every couple has two stories- the edited one to be shared from the couch and the unabridged version, best left alone.

hesitated, thinking of all the ways I could change the subject, then made a spur-of-the-moment decision that I was finished with small talk and surface conversation and diversions and lies of any kind, no matter how small. At least for right now, as I sat at my parents' dining room table, with a kind man who had once loved me, and who still prayed to God before supper.

But that's the thing about the sucker punch; the sucker element hurts worse than the punch.

I close my eyes, wondering whether we are ever truly blindsided by misfortune. Or, somehow, somewhere, in the form of empathy or worry or a premonition deep within ourselves, do we feel it coming?

I think about the thin, fragile line separating all of us from misfortune, almost as a way of putting a few coins in my own gratitude meter, of safeguarding against and after happening to me.

reckless abandon and know that there will be someone

Estoy aprendiendo que la perfección no es lo que importa. De hecho, es precisamente lo que te puede destruir, si se lo permites.

I exposed every part of myself to him, keeping no secrets, no defense mechanism in place.

He tells me they do, but it's out of service. I feel a wave of relief, until he hands me a cordless phone from behind the bar and says I'm welcome to use it if it's not long distance. I stare down at the receiver, thinking that this is precisely why Scottie, my best friend since the first grade, told me to stay in and not drink. Batten down the hatches, he had coached me from our hometown of Pewaukee, Wisconsin, explaining that I wasn't ready to be tested by a buzz