Quotes About Vulnerability

But there is one good thing about hearing your deepest fear spoken out loud - nothing else that made you afraid before will ever seem so large or terrible again.

that's what love does to you. Gut-wrenching, overpowering, crushing, fulfilling, complex, bring-you-to-your-knees love.

I tell you that I like being this close to you and how you feel against me. But now even I'm hesitant. I'm afraid that when we hit the ground, this will be over. We'll land and this feeling between us will vanish. That you won't feel it any longer. I can't stand that thought.

We need to own our weakness, our hurt, our pain, and say it out loud so that we can name what is coming up and why. You deserve it. You deserve to feel the heartbreak and the pain so that once and for all you stop holding yourself back from feeling whatever it is you've tried to mask. No, it's not easy but you are worth the work.

Sometimes we are all so afraid to be honest with ourselves because we know that honesty will lead to somewhere.

Beware of those who have never been bored, depressed, or angry. There is something seriously wrong with them.

In relationships it is best to assume nothing.

I find it tiresome when people parade their agonies for public viewing; the last thing I want to evoke is pity. We are all the walking wounded, your pain is no worse than everyone else's.

Nesmíme také zapomenout, že masochistické ponížení není opakem sadismu, ale sou?ástí symbiotického systému, v nÄ›mž úplné ovládání a úplné pokoÃ…â"¢ení jsou projevy téže hluboce uložené neschopnosti prožívat plnÄ› sv?j život.

L'atto sessuale senza amore non riempie mai il baratro che divide due creature umane, se non in modo assolutamente momentaneo.

Reconoceremos que mientras tememos conscientemente no ser amados, el temor real, aunque habitualmente inconsciente, es el de amar. Amar significa comprometerse sin garantías, entregarse totalmente con la esperanza de producir amor en la persona amada. El amor es un acto de fe, y quien tenga poca fe también tiene poco amor.

Any person who becomes aware even for a moment, of the fundamental, essential aloneness of himself as an individual, must feel insecure.

If life has hit out at you, and you weren't prepared for it, a little housefly has only to cough and it will knock you flat

Ich bin ein Schwein, murmelte Münzer und fing mit vorgeschobener Unterlippe die Tränen auf. Sie überschätzen sich, Verehrter, sagte der Handelsredakteur.

Die Kunst kommt sich vor wie eine Porzellantasse im Elefantenkäfig.

We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is all; we neither know nor can determine where it will fall. - All Quiet On The Western Front, Ch. 6

Beside us lies a fair-headed recruit in utter terror. He has buried his face in his hands, his helmet has fallen off. I fish hold of it and try to put it back on his head. He looks up, pushes the helmet off and like a child creeps under my arm, his head close to my breast. The little shoulders heave. Shoulders just like Kemmerich's. I let him be.

I don't know what it is. I simply can't stand it. It's like a hand reaching out of the dark. It is fear—blind fear as if it were lying in wait somewhere for me.

A man is courageous only when he is also afraid.

We are little flames poorly sheltered by frail walls against the storm of dissolution and madness, in which we flicker and sometimes almost go out.

Lengvai lyg šok?ja ap?jo ji aplink lov?, pastat? taur? greta sav?s ant grind? ir pasir?ž?. Svetimos saul?s nurusvinta ji nesidrov?jo savo nuogumo, kaip moteris, kuri ne tiktai žino, kad jos geidžia, bet ir ne kart? šitai yra gird?jusi.

Wir reden nicht viel, aber wir sind voll zarterer Rücksicht miteinander, als ich mir denke, dass Liebende es sein können. Wir sind zwei Menschen, zwei winzige Funken Leben, draußen ist die Nacht und der Kreis des Todes. Wir sitzen an ihrem Rande, gefährdet und geborgen...wir sind uns nahe mit unseren Herzen und die Stunde ist wie der Raum: Überflackert von einem sanftem Feuer gehen die Empfindungen hin und her...

Ah! Mother, Mother! You still think I am a child - why can I not put my head in your lap and weep? Why have I always to be strong and self-controlled? I would like to weep and be comforted too, indeed I am little more than a child; in the wardrobe still hang short, boy's trouser - it is such a little time ago, why is it over?

Let the months and years come, they can take nothing from me, they can take nothing more. I am so alone, and so without hope that I can confront them without fear.