Quotes About Vulnerability

In one way or another, this is the deal we all sign when we love someone. For better or worse. It's the deal we have to sign again and again to keep that love. We don't turn away from the parts of someone we don't want to see. However quickly or long it takes to see them. We accept them if we are strong enough. Or we accept them enough to not let the bad parts become

Thing is, either way we cut it, we shouldn't test the people we love," he said. "We do, but it's shitty and ultimately, regardless of what they did or didn't do, we're the ones who feel like we failed.

I didn't know yet that you can always find that perfect moment right before everything shatters.

For better or worse. It's the deal we have to sign again and again to keep that love. We don't turn away from the parts of someone we don't want to see. However quickly or long it takes to see them. We accept them if we are strong enough. Or we accept them enough to not let the bad parts become the entire story.

We were so removed from each other's actual lives that we told each other everything. Jules once compared it to how you confide in a stranger you meet on a plane. From the beginning, this is what we've been to each other: safe, airborne. Complete with a thirty-thousand-foot perspective.

I thought if I were nice enough, sweet enough, she'd understand she could count on me. But that's not how you learn you can count on someone. You learn it in the moments when everyone's too tired to be sweet, too tired to try hard.

The trouble with crying over an onion is that once the chopping gets you started and the tears begin to well up, the next thing you know you just can't stop.

next time you fall in love, don't be such a coward?

A Tita le encantaría ser una simple semilla, no tener que dar cuentas a nadie de lo que se estaba gestando en su interior, y poder mostrarle al mundo su vientre germinado sin exponerse al rechazo de la sociedad. Las semillas no tenían este tipo de problemas, sobre todo, no tenían madre a la que temer, ni miedo a que las enjuiciaran.

But there was nothing more transparent to her than the fear of not being loved, the fear of being unseen, of being ignored.

Con permiso! Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Ah, y le sugiero que para la próxima vez que se enamore, ¡no sea tan cobarde! Tita

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I meant us," she whispered. "I destroyed us." His fingers tightened against her cheek. "I'm not destroyed." Her breath stopped. "I'm scarred." He withdrew his hand and closed it carefully into a fist at his side. Again it slid in search of a pocket, but found none in which to bury itself. "I'm battered. But I'm still standing, Kai.

You don't meet many people who let you practice your self-confidence on them that way. The ones who do are either very weak or very strong.

for some reason, he didn't want her to look back at him with rejection or reciprocal challenge. He definitely didn't want her to look at him as if she was mentally gauging her ability to kill him to defend herself. He wanted her to look at him like she looked at his chocolate, as if she was absorbing strength and happiness. And was in no hurry to leave it. It turned his heart all funny to think of being looked at by her that way.

He had come to Austin because he needed something, and she wanted him as uncomfortable as possible while he asked for whatever it was.

He felt her draw a little shuddering breath, and then a wet tumble of water on her cheek. She whispered, "God forgive, Jervaulx—that I sh'dovethee." That I should love thee. It broke the spell that held him. Had she said that? He pushed back, gazing at her.

Dost though even know what would become of me?...Friends would disown me. It is our way. I would be alone! No, he said unexpectdly. He turned and held his hand to her, palm upward, empty, a simple masculine offering. Maddygirl. With... me .

He stood looking down at her for a moment, holding both her shoulders. Then he bent and planted a kiss full on her mouth. Olympia pulled back in shock, but he held her fast. His mouth opened a little over hers, the dark stubble of his beard scratching her chin. His fingers tightened on her shoulders. 'Oh, God,' she thought, between terror and bliss.

For God's sake. Don't build a wall to keep me outside." "I won't build one," she whispered. "I am the wall.

Tough, yet brittle. That's the thing about being really hard. When you do break, you shatter.

She had no intention of breaking anyone's heart, except maybe her own.

She got icing all over her face. I think that's why I like her. For the good stuff, she's willing to get icing all over her face. Who wouldn't want a girl like that?

We're meant to read the lives of important people as if they never bothered with breakfast, lunch, or dinner, or took a coffee break, or stopped for a hot dog on the street, or wandered downstairs for a few spoonfuls of chocolate pudding in the middle of the night.