Quotes About Vulnerability

And besides, isn't this the way one loses boyfriends, by acting paranoid and jealous and insecure? I'm fairly certain this is not a good look on me.

Love is scary: it changes; it can go away. That's part of the risk" -Lara Jean

Now it's your turn to tell me something I don't know about you," John says. I laugh. "You already know more than most people. My love letter made sure of that.

he's never looked at another girl quite like this. And then I'm in his arms, and we're hugging and kissing, and we're both shaking, because we both know – this is the night we become real.

Love is scary: it changes; it can go away. That's part of the risk. I don't want to be scared anymore

C'est effrayant quand ça devient réel. C'est une chose d'avoir des sentiments pour quelqu'un. C'en est une autre d'avoir la personne en face. De gérer ses attentes. Ses envies.

I wonder what it's like to have that much power over a boy. It's a lot of responsability to hold a person's heart in you hands.

Go where people sleep and see if they are safe

Fear is the greatest incapacitator.

MORE THAN ONCE I'VE AWAKENED WITH TEARS RUNNING DOWN MY CHEEKS. I HAVE HAD TO THINK WHETHER I WAS CRYING OR WHETHER IT IS INVOLUNTARY, LIKE DROOLING.

IT CAN BE HELPFUL TO THINK OF THEM EATING YOUR FAVORITE FOODS AND OCCASIONALLY THROWING UP AND GETTING BITS STUCK IN THEIR NOSES.

How could she blame him for being insensitive when she was so insecure?

As ugly as the truth is, it's even uglier when someone says out loud what you've been thinking to yourself.

Once when he was still young, I saw a bit of his scalp showing through his hair and I was afraid. But it was just a cowlick. Now sometimes it shows through for real, but I feel only tenderness.

She remembers the first night she knew she loved him, the way the fear came rushing in. She laid her head on his chest and listened to his heart. One day this too will stop, she thought. The no, no, no of it.

She says every marriage is jerry-rigged. Even the ones that look reasonable from the outside are held together inside with chewing gum and wire and string.

Both have trouble working up the nerve to go into the Little Theater of Hurt Feelings.

Hard to believe I used to think love was such a fragile business. Once when he was still young, I saw a bit of his scalp showing through his hair and I was afraid. But it was just a cowlick. Now sometimes it shows through for real, but I feel only tenderness.

Once when she was just learning to talk, I ran my hand across her face, naming every part of it. Later, when I put her in the crib, she called me back. First, she asked for water, then for milk, then for kisses. "It hurts. Don't go," she said. "What does? What hurts, sweetie?" She paused. "My eyelashes.

I remember that day, how you took a $50 cab from work, how you held me in the doorway until I stopped shaking. We had told people. We had to untell them. You did it so I wouldn't have to speak. Later, you made me a dinner of all the things I hadn't been allowed to eat. Cured meat, unpasteurized cheese. Two bottles of wine, then finally, sleep.

Because all in is terrifying. With all in, you lose everything

Every marriage is jerry-rigged. Even the ones that look reasonable from the outside are held together inside with chewing gum and wire and string.

Sure, sure, I suppose I could go for someone safe," she says. "But I've never felt like this before. Never." But no one is safe, I want to tell her. Safe?

Some nights in bed the wife can feel herself floating up towards the ceiling. Help me, she thinks, help me, but he sleeps and sleeps.