Quotes About Vulnerability

How kind we would be if we managed to import even a little of this instinct into adult relationships—if here, too, we could look past the grumpiness and viciousness and recognize the fear, confusion, and exhaustion which almost invariably underlie them. This is what it would mean to gaze upon the human race with love.

One of love's greatest drawbacks is that, for a while at least, it is in danger of making us seriously happy.

Our vulnerability insults our self-conception; we are in pain and at the same time offended that we could so easily be so.

Sá»± th?t là khi chúng ta lá»›n lên, ta gi?t t?t c? nh?ng ng??i yêu thÆ°Æ¡ng ta b?ng m?i quan tâm ta dành cho h?, b?ng tình âu y?m ??y b?t an mà ta khÆ¡i g?i và không ng?ng khu?y Ä'á»™ng trong lòng h?. (Proust)

Uno de los principales inconvenientes del amor, al menos durante un tiempo, es que corre el riesgo de hacernos felices.

His clumsiness is at least an incidental sign of his sincerity: we tend not to get very anxious when seducing people we don't much care about.

Even if our loved ones have assured us that they will be busy at work, even if they told us they hated us for going traveling in the first place, even if they left us last June or died twelve and a half years ago, it is impossible not to experience a shiver of a sense that they may have come along anyway, just to surprise us and make us feel special (as someone must have done for us when we were small, if only occasionally, or we would never had the strength to make it this far).

If we are not regularly deeply embarrassed by who we are, the journey to self-knowledge hasn't begun.

N-o s? reuÈ™esc niciodat? s? fac sau s? fiu tot ce vrei - È™i nici invers -, dar mi-ar pl?cea s? cred c? putem fi tipul de oameni care îÈ™i spun unii altora cine sunt de fapt. Alternativa înseamna t?cere È™i minciun?, care sunt adev?raÈ›ii duÈ™mani ai iubirii.

Episodes of unrequited love force us to develop a sense of humour about ourselves. It is impossible to think too well of who we are in their aftermath. Unrequited love edges us inevitably towards a basic humility. We are at last confirmed as truly ridiculous.

ai nevoie de o anumit? for?? ca s? plângi, de încrederea c? pân? la urm? o s?-È›i poÈ›i st?vili lacrimile.

Nici el, nici ea nu trebuie s? fie perfecÈ›i, e nevoie doar s?-È™i dea din când în când câte-un semn care s? arate c? È™tiu c? e greu de tr?it cu ei.

Maturity begins with the capacity to sense and, in good time and without defensiveness, admit to our own craziness. If we are not regularly deeply embarrassed by who we are, the journey to self-knowledge hasn't begun.

It's the permanent female problem, whether or not to trust a man when he's seducing. You may like the man without trusting him, but one thing you want to avoid is getting hurt again.

Rabih feels ready for marriage because he has despaired of being fully understood.

Bu ça??n garipliklerinden biri, arkadaÅŸl?k kurman?n en kolay yolunun genelde kar??n?zdakinden soyunmas?n? istemek olmas?.

A work of tragedy would rise to its true moral and edifying possibilities when the audience looked upon the hero's ghastly errors and crimes and was left with no option but to reach the terrifying conclusion: 'How easily I, too, might have done the same.

It's more than mere coyness to refer to what they have done as "making love." They haven't just had sex; they have translated their feelings—appreciation, tenderness, gratitude, and surrender—into a physical act.

It is a quirk of the age that the easiest way to start a friendship with someone is generally by asking them to get undressed.

It is a wonderful thing to live in a world where so many people are nice to children. It would be even better if we lived in one where we were a little nicer to the childlike sides of one another.

Marriage, to Rabih, feels like the high point of a daring path to total intimacy; proposing has all the passionate allure of shutting one's eyes and jumping off a steep cliff, wishing and trusting that the other will be there to catch one.

she knows, better than most, that there is no one more likely to destroy us than the person we marry.

Everyone is extremely hard and troubled to be around. Everyone has something substantially wrong with them. Everyone is extremely hard to live with. 

Albert Camus suggested that we fall in love with people because, from the outside, they look so whole, physically whole and emotionally "together," when subjectively we feel dispersed and confused. We would not love if there were no lack within us, but we are offended by the discovery of a similar lack in the other. Expecting to find the answer, we find only the duplicate of our own problem.