Quotes About Vulnerability

We juggle priceless eggs in variable gravity. I am afraid. I will taste fear until I die.

Lord, help me resist the inclination to rely upon my own wisdom and strength which makes me vulnerable to temptation. Help me avoid fleeing responsibility and neglecting to run to You for refuge. My natural instincts would lead me to a position in which the enemy would defeat me, but You are my righteousness. I seek You and long to see Your face.

What is a date, really, but a job interview that lasts all night? The only difference is that in not many job interviews is there a chance you'll wind up naked.

When I jumped off a roof in Cannes in a bee costume, I looked ridiculous. But this is my business I have to humiliate myself.

Let's face it: a date is a job-interview, that lasts all night. The only difference between a date and a job interview is: not many job-interviews is there a chance you'll end up naked at the end of it.

There are stories you don't want to tell, and there are stories that scald your brainpan right down to the tongue at the mere thought of uttering. But you can't NOT. Even if you wait until your skull is nothing but a charred and smoking husk, the truth will still be in there, squirming.

Booze has a different effect when you're, like, ten. Its doesn't round out the edges so much as wash you right out of the picture.

Tina hit that tingle in the back of his head, the fuse that usually stayed damp, the one that got lit on those rare occasions when he met a woman who actually scared him. It was sort of like sex, but harder to find.

At times, feeling the wind on my brow, I went numb with horror. In my imagination I saw armies of ants and cockroaches calling to one another and scurrying toward my head, to some place under the top of my skull, where they would build new nests. There they would proliferate and eat out my thoughts, one after another, until I would become as empty as the shell of a pumpkin from which all the fruit has been scraped out.

He's like a flower doing its best on an asteroid, naked to so many cosmic terrors.

The agony of having to share this small slice of world with big breakable humans who are really just uncovered beating hearts walking around spilling their viscera and their words everywhere, not bothering to clean up. Animals are a smooth punctuation to human parataxis, resisting our love out of modesty.

Su desnudez le causo vergüenza, se dio media vuelta y se tapó la cara con la oscuridad de la tarde.

I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.

He wore his anger like knives, and you didn't want them aimed at you.

In the dying firelight, Benedict's face was relaxed in sleep. He was so handsome, so perfect. She brushed a lock of hair from his forehead and he did not stir with the motion. She smiled, but the expression faded as a strong desire welled up in her. A desire to do something she had never done before. She touched him again, to be certain he was not awake. When he didn't move or react, she leaned closer, her hands shaking. "I love you

I had discovered that Lucy, despite her tough demeanor, was actually quite insecure; she really needed to be dominated.

He thought it might be the most intimate thing possible, to fall asleep next to someone in the afternoon.

It is very easy to forgive others their mistakes; it takes more grit and gumption to forgive them for having witnessed your own.

Some people forget, do you know – they forget what it is like to be young, to feel things ruthlessly, terribly. If you forget that much of life, well, I don't know.

The students appeared to be ten or eleven. They were playing some trust game where the students would fall from things and be caught, or get wrapped up in a bag and dragged around and then released. -I have never understood these games, said Loring. I don't know why you would want to make children more trusting. That is their principle fault to begin with.

He saw clearly the truth other men didn't. If you gave anyone the power to hurt you, soon enough, they were going to use it.

How does a hardworking sixty-four-year-old-woman end up without a house or a permanent place to stay, relying on unpredictable low-wage work to survive? Living in a mile-high alpine wilderness, with intermittent snow and maybe mountain lions in a tiny trailer, scrubbing toilets at the mercy of employers who, on a whim, could cut her hours or even fire her? What does the future look like for someone like that?

I could never live like this," I whispered to Luka. "No," he agreed. "I've seen you grovel. It's not very convincing.

She drew herself up, pulling the shawl closed at her neck. "We have had a most trying day," she informed them with as much dignity as she could muster. "Prince Mihai has just left us and is no longer welcome anywhere near Dacia or me, and I am naked beneath this shawl. "So to answer your question, my lord: this is a terrible time.