Quotes About Vulnerability

Love ya" is the coward's way of saying "I love you.

Humanness is a window thrown against a wall.

While she was still unconscious,

It is a joy to be hidden but disaster not to be found.

Artists are people driven by the tension between the desire to communicate and the desire to hide.

Tell me what you fear and I will tell you what has happened to you.

The most aggressive and therefore the most dangerous words in the languages of the world are to be found in the assertion I AM.

A diverse system with multiple pathways and redundancies is more stable and less vulnerable to external shock than a uniform system with little diversity.

Guys always think tears are a sign of weakness. They're a sign of FRUSTRATION. She's only crying so she won't cut your throat in your sleep. So make nice and be grateful.

Positioning ourselves to see and experience this more encompassing view does two things: it opens us to new possibilities and freedoms, and it also makes us more vulnerable and exposed. If you have ever stood in the best vantage point for seeing a panoramic, 360-degree view, you know that such a place is necessarily completely exposed to the elements. From here you will see everything, but also from here you will feel everything in the most vivid way: the wind, the sun, and the rain.

Never deny your scars. Wear them proudly for they attest to your immense courage and strength.

Life was fragile and love was, too. At any moment, even our happiest ones, our world could shatter and we wouldn't see it coming. There was only more loss ahead, showing its ugly face when we least expected it.

So what are you saying?" he asked. "That we'd be crazy if we don't try again. That you are good for me, Will Doniger. You've proven it again and again." He hesitated before he turned to me, words hovering on his lips. "Tell me," I said. "What are you thinking?" "That I love you, Rose. I have for a while." I stopped breathing. "Me too. I love you, too.

I would work my way toward the Rose from before, who laughed often, who felt things so deeply, who could move through the world brimming with feeling and emotion.

I bow my head submissively and see that my chest is heaving, already dotted with the telltale flush of sexual arousal.

How quick, brutal, and fragile is life. You are born, you live a few years in wild hope, then you are dragged back into the night. You might have breathed on a little longer, had you not dared think yourself a human creature instead of an engine of muscle and bone.

It's not that I would say no to you going on walkabout along; it's your life to lead and I'll always have the station to deal with, but I do want to say…I'd worry about you if you did. And I might pout just a wee bit." "You're probably ridiculously adorable when you pout.

She slid a little until she was sagging against the open doorframe

You're really here." "I really am." It was the nervousness, the hint of vulnerability that had entered her eyes that finally snapped him out of his temporary daze. "Why?" he asked. "I mean, beyond the algebra homework of course." "It's pretty hard algebra. I might need a refresher course." "Kerry--" "I'm here for you," she said.

There's one more part," she said, finding the courage, knowing she needed to tell him the rest of it. "Of the all I want to have." "Which is?" She lifted her head then, propped her chin on his chest, and looked into his beautiful blue eyes. "You.

When she went limp in his arms, her surrender calmed him a bit. He kissed her more softly then, but still desperately.

There comes a time when you don't know what your capable of anymore. Looking back, you can remember what you were capable of then, how you thought, what you did, who you loved, who people said you were. Then something happens and takes all that away, the basket of good intentions you've been toting around, the trunk of dreams you've been pulling behind you, all of its gone in an instant, and its just you, naked, bare, exposed.

There comes a time when you don't know what your capable of anymore. Looking back, you can remember what you were capable of then, how you thought, whay you did, who you loved, who people said you were. Then something happens and takes all that away, the basked of good intentions you've been toting around, the trunk of dreams you've been pulling behind you, all of its gone in an instant, and its just you, naked, bare, exposed.

To marry is to surrender everything—not only your body but your pride, your independence, even your life.