Quotes About Vulnerability

People are way too optimistic about the power they assume they have got to control how they are being perceived. They don't realize that none of the armours they wear is free of holes!

I don't want people to fall in love with my smile, my face or my body. I am waiting for somebody to love the mess I can be and fall in love with my emotional scars.

And now he smiled at me. All teeth. The way only people who hadn't learned self-consciousnessknew how to smile.

I chew my food, leaning back into the couch. "I loved him. That's what dumb girls do.""You aren't dumb."I try to hold back my smile. "I'm hanging out with you, aren't I?

I love morning television because it's the most vulnerable time of day, when you are at your rawest, and if I have the ability to make viewers smile, that's a gift from God.

The measure of a society is found in how they treat their weakest and most helpless citizens.

You judge a society by the decency of living of the weakest

Deceivers are the most dangerous members of society. They trifle with the best affections of our nature, and violate the most sacred obligations.

The test of a civilization is in the way that it cares for its helpless members

Love makes your soul crawl out of it's hiding place

Janie looked down on him and felt a self-crushing love. So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.

To be loved is a strength. To love is a weakness.

Macho does not prove mucho.

Ich habe mich oft gefragt, ob wir die anderen sehen können, wie sie wirklich sind, ob wir sie je erkennen oder nur das in ihnen sehen dürfen, was sie selbst auch zulassen.

People abhor boxing, and I agree, but I admire men and women who can stand in a ring like that, nowhere to hide. I've only been to a couple of boxing matches, and they're different from any other event. I'm not there to see blood; I'm there for the heart of someone being able to get up and keep going. And for the respect that's often there in the end.

For a moment, I debated whether I should tell someone about the words I'd started writing down, but I couldn't. In a way, I felt ashamed, even though my writing was the one thing that whispered okayness in my ear. I didn't speak it, to anyone.

There was sex, of course. Nakedness. Wall to wall, in and out of my thoughts. But when it was over it was her whispering voice I craved, and a human curled up in my arms.

I'm just another stupid human.

Adultery is in most cases a theft in the dark. At such moments almost every woman betrays her husband's innermost secrets; becomes a Delilah who discloses to a stranger, discloses to her lover, the mysteries of her husband's strength or weakness. What seems to me treason is, not that women give themselves, but that a woman is prone, when she does so, to justify herself to herself by uncovering her husband's nakedness, exposing it to the inquisitive and scornful gaze of a stranger.

Only a numskull is pleased at being a so-called "success" with women, only a dunderhead is puffed up by it. A real man is much more likely to be dismayed at realizing that a woman has lost her heart to him when he can't reciprocate her feelings.

Those whom fate has dealt hard knocks remain vulnerable for ever afterwards.

Confidences are always risky: a secret entrusted to a stranger make him less of one. You've given away something of yourself, given him the advantage.

All certainty that comes after the 'original sin' of dismantling the matter-of-fact world full of routine and short of reflection must be a manufactured certainty, a blatantly and unashamedly 'made-up' certainty, burdened with all the inborn vulnerability of human-made decisions.

El ménàge à quatre (o six, huit, etc., cuantos más sean mejor) está a salvo de todas las pestes y deficiencias que, como sabemos, son la ruina del ménage à trois.