Quotes About Vulnerability

I desperately want to feel that way again. To be in a relationship that I'm not trying to script or water down. It's about wanting something real—even if it's messy and complicated.

It never ceases to amaze me how foolproof the rule is: the person who cares the least (or pretends to) holds the power.

Every couple has two stories - the edited one to be shared from the couch and the unabridged version best left alone.

Gonna see if Meg's here," Eddi whispered. "Go back to sleep." "I doubt if I can. But if you prefer it, I can lie here and be still." "Probably a good idea." Eddi grinned and kissed his nose. "She thinks you're full of nonsense." "She's lamentably ignorant of my better qualities." "You mean she hasn't seen you with your clothes off?" Eddi thought he blushed.

They held each other in silence, and he buried his face in her hair. "Do what you can, my primrose," he whispered at last. "I love my life better than I ever have, now that it's at risk. But even so, I love you better still.

Falkner sometimes thought her heart was a voodoo doll, full of pins. One each for Ben and the girls. One for each member of the team. She felt the new pin slide in and hoped for the best.

Sometimes words were like glass that broke in her mouth.

But no, I used all my brave up.

I've been in the world three weeks and a half, I still never know what's going to hurt.

Keep your heart infinitesimally small and sorrow will never spy it, never plunge, never flap away with your heart in her claws.

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All the women I knew carried some kind of blade, though they were not all metal, or even visible. Whether something had happened to them, or whether they had only anticipated it, it kept them awake the occasional night

I've been in the world three weeks and a half, I still never know what's going to hurt.

It was easy to lose a part of your body, it seemed to her; there were so many ways, it was a wonder anybody reached their death intact.

What this good man had sworn to protect me from was not the same as what I feared. I trusted that he would never let anything hurt me, but he would never let anything touch me either.

Then she lifted the breastbone and frontal ribs in one go, the raising of a portcullis. That made me tremble. How frail my own rib cage; how breakable we all were.

A lady lion-tamer put her head in a lion's mouth last week, and he bit it off. If a lion attempted to put his head in my mouth I expect I would do the same.

Keep your heart infinitesimally small, and sorrow will never spy it...

You can have this kind of love. You can have it. You just grab it. Of course the problem with having that love is that you can lose it, too.

Men and the pursuit of them are strongly intertwined with my mental health. I would say, in my defensive defense, that the problem with being a serial monogamist is, there isn't anybody random or unimportant: everybody you sleep with really means something, which is to say each of them is on your public record. At some point I wake up thinking, Fuck this! I don't want another man in my bed ever again. What I really want is a cat.

And then, with the feather-green darkness pressed against the windows, he puts his filthy fingers on my scrubbed hope face and says, If I kiss you, it's all over. And then he does. And then it is.

at least my face moves when you look at it. At least I know I'm a fool.

No one knows we're there, no one sees us. We never leave the room. I think about the secret voice you use when you make love. No one but that person will ever hear it. And here, we listen to each other, but we lock it in with touch, and the room vacuum seals it to stay fresh until we can breathe together again. When he breaks the silence it is to say, I want you to know that, when you get pregnant, nothing is going to change except your dress size.

Now here I am, seventeen with a bullet.