Quotes About Vulnerability

Uno debe poder sentirse herido y trastornado; de lo contrario, no puede pensar frases realmente buenas, penetrantes como los rayos X.

Curious that one should be dumb before intimates and open one's mind to an all but stranger.

A man friends are more capable of working him harm than strangers; and his greatest danger lies in his own habits.

My friend tells me that memory fails me in part because nature mercifully wishes to hide from us things which are painful. The spider-web of protective forgetfulness is woven over the mouth of the cave which conceals the raw head and bloody bones of our misfortunes. But the greatest men, says King Lamus, are those that refuse to be treated like squalling children, who insist on facing reality in every form, and tear off ruthlessly the bandages from their own wounds.

Apoderarse de un corazón que no está acostumbrado a los ataques es entrar en una ciudad abierta y sin guarnición.

Si los hombres supieran lo que se puede conseguir con una lágrima, los querríamos más y los arruinaríamos menos.

Mamá, ¿quieres que te grabe con el móvil y luego, antes de irte a dormir, te escuchas un rato para que entiendas por qué a veces es tan difícil ser tu hija y no puedas dormir en dos semanas?

Por qué nos costará tanto decir las cosas en esta familia?», quiero decirle. «¿Por qué se nos da tan mal compartir lo que sale mal? ¿Es vergüenza? ¿Es miedo? ¿Qué es?»

Te atacarán no por ser débil, ni demasiado alto o torpe, no por sensible, afeminado o tímido, ni siquiera por tener éxito… Te atacarán por ser un hombre libre, libre incluso cuando te hayan privado de tu libertad».

People, these strange animals who walk on their rear paws and are naturally naked, so they have to wear other animal's skins to keep warm, are ridiculously clumsy and helpless.

Aveva quella bellezza di cui solo i vinti sono capaci. E la limpidezza delle cose deboli. E la solitudine, perfetta, di ciò che si è perduto.

Se lei vuole una cosa e però ne ha paura non ha che da mettere un vetro in mezzo... tra lei e quella cosa... potrà andarle vicinissimo eppure rimarrà al sicuro... Non c'è altro... io metto pezzi di mondo sotto vetro perché quello è un modo di salvarsi... si rifugiano i desideri lì dentro, al riparo dalla paura... una tana meravigliosa e trasparente... Lo capisce lei tutto questo?

Ma quando ti viene quella voglia di piangere pazzesca, che proprio ti strizza tutto, che non la riesci a fermare, allora non c'è verso di spiaccicare una sola parola, ti torna tutto indietro, tutto dentro, ingoiato da quei dannati singhiozzi, naufragato nel silenzio di quelle stupide lacrime. Maledizione. Con tutto quello che uno vorrebbe dire...E invece niente, non esce fuori niente...Si può essere fatti peggio di così?

Inoltre le piaceva guardare la faccia della gente che doveva fare l'esame del sangue, a digiuno. Sembra gente a cui hanno rubato qualcosa, disse.

I love you, I thought. But I didn't say it. It was not that I feared she would laugh in my face. She was far too kind for that. My fear was a greater one— that she won't say it back.

Anyone else feel like that? Like your life's a big act. Like you're trying to be a man when you're just a scared kid, trying to keep under control when you really want to scream, cry, maybe hit someone. Ever feel like you're breathing underwater, and you have to stop because you're gulping in too much fluid?

I believed he had no human weaknesses or faults, and that, therefore, he could make no mistakes and that he could do no wrong. There on a Holy World hilltop, I realized how very dangerous it is for people to hold any human being in such esteem, especially to consider anyone some sort of divinely guided and protected person.

Sex is like math: Add the bed, subtract the clothes, divide the legs, and hope you don't mult—

the longer I've lived with cancer, the more my definition of toughness has changed. I used to think not crying meant you were tough. Now I think crying means you're tough. It means you're strong enough to be honest and vulnerable. It means you're not pretending. And not pretending, being able to let your guard down and show people how you truly feel and admit that you're a wuss, is one of the toughest things a person can do.

There's nothing wrong with a man shedding a tear.

learn to laugh at yourself.

If you're able to, you should share your experiences so that people out there can say, "I'm not alone. There's somebody else going through the same thing, and they're bearing up well. Maybe I can also." If that's a way for you to inspire people, then there is a lot of merit in that.

What would be my power over you, when revealing my secrets towards you, especially when discovering yours?

At this time of day it should have been open and full of fifty fellow smackheads, crackheads, psychotics, epileptics, schizophrenics, self-harmers, beggars, buskers, car thieves, sherry pushers, ciderheads, just-released-that-morning convicts, ex-army, ex-married-men-with-young-children-who'd-discovered-their-wife-in-bed-with-two-members-of-the-university-rowing-team-at-the-same-time.