Quotes About Vulnerability

When you hunt predators, the best camouflage is weakness.

John was wrong about many things but right about at least one: Fear determines so much. Fear of being in the dark. Being alone. Being wrong. Growing old. Losing potency. Losing control.

The Witcher had a knife to his throat. He was wallowing in a wooden tub, brimfull with soapsuds, his head thrown agains the slippery rim. The bitter taste of soap lingered in his mouth as the knife, blunt as a doorknob, scraped his Adam's apple painfully and moved towards his chin with a grating sound.

Geralt . . . Listen to me—' 'Listen to what?' shouted the Witcher, before his voice suddenly faltered. 'I can't leave— I can't just leave her to her fate. She's completely alone . . . She cannot be left alone, Dandelion. You'll never understand that. No one will ever understand that, but I know. If she remains alone, the same thing will happen to her as once happened to me . . . You'll never understand that . .

Men are psychologically unstable, too prone to emotions; not to be relied upon in moments of crisis.

After all,' added Sheala, pouting her lips, 'it's befallen all of us at some time. Each of us, sitting here, has been cheated, taken advantage of, and made a laughing stock of by some man, at some time.

I was deprived of the ability to feel so I wouldn't be able to feel how dreadfully vile is that vileness, so I wouldn't retreat from it, wouldn't run horror-stricken from it. Yes, I was stripped of feelings. But not utterly. Whoever did it made a botch of it, Yen.

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You protect us not only from the evil lurking in the darkness, but also from that which lies within ourselves.

Gramps is going to fuck you, miss!' he howled wildly. 'Even if Gramps has to chop you up into pieces first. It's all the same to Gramps if you're in one piece, or in portions.

Tu ne signifie rien. Tu n'es qu'une minuscule mite qu'on peut réduire en poussière entre ses doigts mais qui, si on la laisse faire, peut faire un trou dans un tissu précieux. Un grain de poivre insignifiant, mais qui, si on le croque par inadvertance, gâchera le mets le plus raffiné dont on aurait voulu se délecter. Voilà ce que tu es. Rien. Rien du tout.

Ciemno?? i czas - lekkie, niewidzialne substancje, które obna?aj? ludzk? krucho??. Umys? jest tylko p?omykiem zapa?ki na wietrze. Dusza ze strachu przed mrokiem wtula si? w cia?o, a ono swoje istnienie stwierdza dotykaj?c w?asnej skóry.

Strachliwego masz ch?opa, Mary?ka. - Edek nala? kieliszek i poda? m?zczy?nie. - Pij! Na odwag?! - Jaki on mój. Tak przychodz?... - powiedzia?a kobieta i obci?gne?a bluzk? na baniastych piersiach. - A do mnie by? przysz?a? - Edek wetkn?? kciuki za pasek i odchyli? si? z krzes?em do ty?u. - Ja boj?ca nie jestem. - ?ysne?a srebrnym z?bem i wypu?ci?a pogardliwy k??b dymu.

On the top deck, it is easy to believe what one sees is the same throughout the ship. But if one of the officers has slipped below and drilled a hole in the hull, smooth sailing is only an illusion.

I was a good kid, but I've had one Achilles' heel that's stayed with me through the years: talking. I simply could not shut the fuck up-I still can't and that small issue has gotten me in all sorts of trouble.

Brew coffee or tea, sit with a friend and ask them questions—questions just one step riskier than the last time you talked. As you listen, observe the flickers of sadness or hope that cross their face. Try to imagine what it must be like to live their story, suffer their losses, dream their dreams. Pray with them and dare to put into words their heart's desires, and dare to ask God to grant them.

If you want one last picture of authority and vulnerability together, laughter will do the trick. To laugh, to really laugh out loud, is to be vulnerable, taken beyond ourselves, overcome by surprise and gratitude. And to really laugh may be the last, best kind of authority—the capacity to see the meaning of the whole story and discover that our final act, our only enduring responsibility in that story, is simply celebration, delight and worship.

One night, as I tucked my daughter into her bed, safe beneath her down comforter and properly lavished with kisses and hugs, and prayed for her safety, I unexpectedly sensed the unmistakable voice of Another addressing me in return. "I hear your prayers," this voice seemed to say kindly but sternly. "But I also hear the prayers every night of parents who can offer their children no protection.

If his iPhone rings, he could be fucked. We

The people closest to you routinely catch the flak thrown off by the explosive stuff you normally work so hard to keep hidden.

Kindness is love's response to weakness

personal shortcomings is often rooted in some sort of insecurity. This can be easy to see in others but next to impossible to see in ourselves. It takes a certain amount of personal security to admit weakness.

If it suddenly became impossible for us to cover up all the junk we normally hide from the rest of humanity, I have a feeling we would all get real motivated to deal with the source of what ails us.

The fear factor actually brings the genuineness.