Quotes About Vulnerability

Before my mother's tremulous anxiety I recover my composure. Now I can walk about and talk and answer questions without fear of having suddenly to lean against the wall because the world turns soft as rubber and my veins become brimstone.

Inimene on suur oma kavatsustes, kuid nõrk nende teostamises. Selles peitubki tema armetus ja võlu.

the shelling is stronger than everything. It wipes out the sensibilities, I merely crawl still farther under the coffin, it shall protect me, though Death himself lies in it.

I glance at my boots. They are big and clumsy, the breeches are tucked into them, and standing up one looks well-built and powerful in these great drainpipes. But when we go bathing and strip, suddenly we have slender legs again and slight shoulders. We are no longer soldiers but little more than boys; no one would believe that we could carry packs.

Laikas - tai silpnutis mirties ekstraktas, kuris iš l?to skverbiasi ? mus kaip nestiprus narkotikas. Iš pradži? jis gaivina, ir mes net pradedame tik?ti, kad esame nemirtingi, bet lašas po lašo, diena po dienos jis tampa vienu lašu, viena diena stipresnis ir pavirsta r?gštimi, drums?ian?ia ir nuodijan?ia m?s? krauj?.

?ovek gubi hrabrost. Veruje da se može navi?i na razo?aranja. To nije ta?no. Ona svaki put sve više bole tako da se ?ovek uplaši. To je kao da se svaki put više ope?e. I svaki put sporije zarasta. Ne želim da se još koji put ope?em.

Kartais žmogus netenki dr?sos, - tar? Nataša. - O kitais kartais pamanai, kad prie nusivylim? galima priprasti. Bet taip n?ra. Kiekvien? kart? jie vis labiau skaudina. Jie taip skaudina, kad žmog? pagauna baim?. Atrodo, kad kiekvien? kart? atsiranda vis didesni nudegimai. Ir kiekvien? kart? jie vis l??iau gyja.

Tu netr?ci. Dz?v?ba tev? tr?c. Tam nav nek?da sakara ar drosmi. Drosme cilv?kam ir tad, kad tas var pretoties. Viss p?r?jais ir dižošan?s. M?su dz?v?ba ir sapr?t?g?ka nek? m?s paši.

But every gasp lays my heart bare. This dying man has time with him, he has an invisible dagger with which he stabs me: Time and my thoughts.

I merely crawl still farther under the coffin, it shall protect me, though Death himself lies in it. Before

We are two human beings, two tiny sparks of life; outside there is just the night, and all around us, death.

JesteÅ›my nikÅ'ymi pÅ'omykami, zaledwie ochranianymi sÅ'abymi Å›cianami przed nawaÅ'nicÄ… rozpadu i bezsensownoÅ›ci, w której trzepocemy siÄ™ i niekiedy prawie ?e toniemy.

I loved her very much, and it seemed to me that I had never loved her more, even when possessing her, than in this sordid night full of snoring, punctured by the strange hissing sound of urine falling on coal.

Es neuzdr?kst?jos vi?u nosk?pst?t. Vi?a st?v?ja tuvu jo tuvu, ta?u tik sastingusi, ka, lik?s, var?tu sal?zt, ja vi?ai pieskartos.

Un br?žiem, kad klusums br?c, tas j?p?rm?c ar visska??ko, kas cilv?kam ir.

Re nu, k?di m?s esam! Baid?mies savu j?tu. Un, tikl?dz t?s saman?m, t? t?l?t dom?jam, ka esam kr?pnieki.

Copii sunt ca niÈ™te flori delicate, tânjesc dup? lumin?, iar dac? nu o au, îÈ™i las? capul în jos.

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 trousers - it is such a little time ago, why is it over?

Sve je krivo što govorim, postaje krivo dok govorim. Re?i su lažne i sentimentalne i ne izri?u pravi smisao i pretvaraju se u noževe, a ja te ne želim povrediti, ali svaka re? mora biti povreda ako ho?u da sam iskrena. A sve i kada verujem da sam iskrena, ja to ipak nisam.

We are little flames, inadequately sheltered by thin walls from the tempest of dissolution and insensibility in which we flicker and often are all but extinguished.

I merely crawl still farther under the coffin, it shall protect me, though death himself lies in it, (Chapter 4, All Quiet on the Western Front)

Deep down I'm still afraid, but at least I can deal with it.

Bir çocuÄŸum ve bir istasyonda tek ba??may?m.

It amused him that women as a class were so wonderfully vulnerable, as if they believed that the codes of conduct that applied in their safe little hometowns, like Alva, Clinton, and Percy, might actually still apply once they had left behind their dusty, kerosene-scented parlors and set out on their own.