Quotes About Vulnerability

Orgasms, for her, had been what she faked with a man and provided herself when she was alone

What modesty she'd had was quickly abused; a hospital wasn't the place for privacy, of any kind.

He was different from every other man she knew. He was capable of loving; he was at once a laughing daredevil and a hard-hitting businessman. But most of all, he needed her. Other patients had needed her, but only as a therapist. Blake needed her, the woman she was, because only her personal strengths had enabled her to help him with her trained skills and knowledge. She couldn't remember anyone ever needing her before.

She knew better than to lose her head over a man. That was what was so humiliating: she knew better. Three broken engagements had taught her that a woman needed to keep her wits about her when dealing with the male species, or she could get seriously hurt.

Dar mai exista o particica a mintii ei care crezuse intotdeauna ca a iubi inseamna a renunta la o parte din controlul asupra propriei tale persoane, iar ea pretuise acest lucru mai mult decat orice om pe care il cunoscuse

Do you like her?

She was independent by nature, but even the most independent person sometimes needed comfort

Love is like a fire, he decided. You could try to control it, but it wasn't always possible. Sometimes the flames burned you and sometimes they just warmed you from the inside out.

He kissed the soft expanse of her neck. "Don't be ashamed, tigress," he whispered. "There's never been anything more beautiful than a woman willingly surrendering her body to a man." There

Echo:The thing about love is you always end up losing it. Cora: Oh but what you miss if you wont take the chance.

den a lot of times myself," she confessed.

Frowning, Shiloh forced herself to look up at him. Roan deserved her courage, not her cowardice. "You wanted to kiss me." "I still do.

Th-they're following my tracks . . . ," and she could feel her breath being stolen from her body. She was going to die!

Even men who use fear as their weapon can themselves be threatened. We all have something we don't want to lose.

We soon lost all sense of privacy in the camp. There was no effort to conceal ugliness and deformity, whether of body or of soul. One saw much that was ugly beyond words.

But don't imagine that always brave translates to never afraid.

It's so much easier to fall in love, and so much more complicated to fall out of it.

Bad people don't want to deal with the powerful. They prey on the weak.

Feel your feels, as the saying goes. Except so many feelings are hard to take.

Devouring lives by the dozen, from the innocent to the not-so-innocent. It hardly mattered to him. He took, because destroying others was the only time he wasn't afraid.

can't do this. I suck at this. Which is why they're making me go. Not to improve my swimming—who cares about that?—but to work on that whole playing-well-with-others thing. Another one of my broken bits. I don't want to socialize with other kids. I don't trust 'em, I don't like 'em, and best I can tell, the feeling's mutual.

A detail provided by Emmanuel, I realize now, in order to humanize his sister. Make her real not just for sympathizers, but to any predator who might be holding her.

No pimp wants the hired help to achieve financial independence.

Then another possibility came to me, scarier and sadder than all the others. She could've been kidnapped to serve as recruitment bait. A quiet, pretty immigrant teen. Held against her will, then sent out to bus stops and train stations to meet other unsuspecting teens and lure them over to meet her "friends": sex traffickers, pimps, dope dealers.