Quotes About Vulnerability

When you get home, the floodgates will open and the flood will clear the pain and it will be just us, shiny and new, with our hands on each other's skin and our bodies touching so tight we'll be able to hear each other's thoughts. When you get home we can be lovers.

You don't love people at their best, sweetheart. You just love them because you can't help it.

You can't leave me," he whispered. "It's just that simple. No Deacon, no Crick. I'm not strong like Jeff. I can't just keep going for years and make everybody laugh and not take anything good for myself. I need you.

Dad was close to the kid, and he was devastated. He came home and yelled at the kitchen table for having dings in it, and at the counters for being old, and then he sat on the kitchen floor and cried. Mom came out of her room and sat down next to him, and they cried together,

And then Spencer did a surprising thing. He closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, like someone starving for it, someone who'd needed tenderness all his

When I sleep with someone, I need it to mean something. I need to know someone would look me in the eye and be there the next day, and the next week, and the next month. I'm not stupid—I know it doesn't always mean forever, but you have to at least think it could be forever. There's a possibility of forever before you even touch, or you're just touching to hurt yourself.

Me neither," he whispered. "You take all the lovers you need, but I will never fall in love again.

Hammer", I finished lamely, as he waited patiently for my thoughts to find their voice, "we have got to find better words for the things we have in our hearts." "Words seem to be weak things," he murmured into my hair, and I could only hope our hearts would prove stronger.

Kill me. Kill me now. "I, uhm, well, I haven't done anything that could get him pregnant?

I know you're gonna leave me. It's like the night following the day. I can't do much but hold on tight, until you go away. Just don't leave me All alone in an empty room.

The point was nobody was enough all the time. That was what being partners was about. One person got to spaz the fuck out, and the other person got to hold the other guy's hand, and then they switched places.

I cry a lot-I don't know why, but it just helps me. I cry over bad and good stuff-sometimes sadness can be beautiful

Don't ask a writer what he's working on. It's like asking someone with cancer on the progress of his disease.

Carrefour" O You, Who came upon me once Stretched under apple-trees just after bathing, Why did you not strangle me before speaking Rather than fill me with the wild white honey of your words And then leave me to the mercy Of the forest bees. Originally published in Coterie: A Quarterly: Art, Prose, and Poetry No. 4. Edited by Lall Chaman (1920)

I already lost everything, what's there to hide?

Girl power in my mind is to let girls be exactly what they are. Let them be angry. Let them be resentful. And rebellious. Let them be hard and soft and loving and sad and silly. Let them be wrong. Let them be right. Let them be everything. because, they are everything.

I tried not to love you," she said, "but it didn't work." He pulled her toward him, held her face. "I feel lucky," he said.

Hair-trigger temper, but he wept at Hallmark commercials.

The twentieth century contributed skyscrapers and typewriters and automobiles and telephones to the world. Solid, workable objects. Every innovation of the twenty-first century could be erased by a power failure.

That is the way it is with a wound. The wound begins to close in on itself, to protect what is hurting so much. And once it is closed, you no longer see what is underneath, what started the pain.

How can you blame a person for his fears and weaknesses unless you have felt the same and done differently?

I rejoice that I have a heart big enough to break over and over again.

Children could vanish without trace, but not parents.

I was sure that if I got my hand in between the hard muscles of his butt cheeks, he'd grip it so tight I wouldn't be able to get it out again and I'd pobably have to cut it off at the wrist.