Quotes About Vulnerability

I love the stuff that makes you laugh and cry. It kind of sucker-punches you a little bit. That's the thing that most interests me as a performer, in addition to telling the most captivating story.

This is the time it all starts, I'm telling you. Like, 16, I mean, forget it. You could just get beat up, you could go through these grueling schedules.

If I'm not getting played on the radio and I'm not making any money, I have nothing to lose by telling the truth.

If you want to humble an empire, it makes sense to maim its cathedrals. They are symbols of its faith, and when they crumple and burn, it tells us we are not so powerful and we can't be safe.

The minute someone tells you you have cancer, it's kind of like you die. You really do die. It's like you get that you're mortal.

No, no I'm not, no, but I just think... when people are naked it tells you a lot about their relationships.

Anything where we're the butt of the joke, no one tells us about it.

It's a rare and precious thing to be close to suffering because our society - in many ways - tells us that suffering is wrong. If it's our own suffering, we try to hide it or isolate ourselves. If others are suffering, we're taught to put them away somewhere so we don't have to see it.

I constantly think I'll be found out any second. Some of the crazy stuff that goes through your head. Once you've moved on from the scene, that's it: it's going in the telly and there's nowt you can do about it! It's really scary.

Learning Telugu was scary.

Even a two-degree climb in average global temperatures could cause crop failures in parts of the world that can least afford to lose the nourishment. The size of deserts would increase, along with the frequency and intensity of wildfires.

The humanitarian aid system is built on a concept that when disaster strikes, outside agencies provide a temporary helping hand until people can take back control of their own lives. But across the world, we see millions of people caught in semi-permanent crises. As each year goes by, they are less and less likely to break free.

Archie became absolutely still, afraid that the rapid beating of his heart might betray his sudden knowledge, the proof of what he'd always suspected, not only of Brother Leon but most grownups, most adults: they were vulnerable, running scared, open to invasion.

It's easy to sound good. All you do is leave in the parts where you act tough and forget the parts where you get shoved around.

The Answer" Will we speak to each other making the grass bend as if a wind were before us, will our way be as graceful, as substantial as the movement of something moving so gently. We break things into pieces like walls we break ourselves into hearing them fall just to hear it.

Amber interrupted him. 'But you'll still hurt me afterwards, won't you?' she asked hopefully.

I am of an age when one begins to contemplate one's emaciated fingers, and at which youth is so full, so real that it cannot be long before it begins to fade. Your lips bring tears to my eyes; you sleep naked in my brain and I dare not rest.

Being a parent meant exposing a part of your heart to incredible joy and happiness, but also to the possibility of unspeakable despair and agony.

Nothing's routine when the doctor has to slip that mask over your face and tell you nighty-night.

When you recognize a weakness, it is a wonderful thing—because then you can ask for help.

She didn't have much choice. There wasn't anyone to comfort her, and so she'd never learned how to be comforted. She was trying.

You're human, Tracy, which means you're not perfect. You're going to fail, through no fault of your own. That's part of being human, being imperfect. The question is, can you live with being imperfect? Can you live with failure?

He didn't have to maintain his pride or protect his image. I wasn't his parent or his priest, so he had no obligation to confess. I didn't judge him, so he had no reason to be defensive. I didn't expect him to be anyone, so he had no reason to be anyone but himself. He just needed to get those stories out, to purge an evil spirit.

You'll get tangles." Abby Crosswhite ran the brush through Tracy's hair, and she relaxed at the feel of bristles tickling her scalp. "I didn't read your diary. That was a mother's intuition. Nice admission of guilt, however. The next time Jack Frates comes over, tell him your