Quotes About Vulnerability

She felt as bevy as a sack of beans. But then, a sack of beans never got embarrassed or did stupid balloon in front of other sacks of beans or forgot to lock the bathroom door. Come to think of it, life was easy for all the beans of the world. Being a sack of them wouldn't be so bad.

No one seemed to notice that Pine Sap had taken his life into his hands by holding hers.

There was a beast in there. But there was also a girl who was afraid of being a beast, and who wondered if other people had beasts in their hearts too.

Lily?" she whispered. Lily didn't move. "Can I tell you something?" Lilly breathed deeply, clearly asleep. "I think all my life my heart's been broken," Adri whispered, "and I didn't even notice. And I don't even know by what.

I was so nervous when I put my hand on his cheek and felt the scars and said, "You're a beautiful sight," and put my lips to his.

I'm lonely. Why do you think I had to learn to act so independent? I also get mad too quickly, and I hog the covers, and my second toe is longer than my big one. My hair has it's own zip code. Plus, I get certifiably crazy when I've got PMS. You don't love someone because they're perfect. You love them in spite of the fact that they're not.

It is the things you cannot see coming that are strong enough to kill you.

When you love someone you let them take care of you.

Maybe that's another thing you learn, as you get older—the value of people who know your secrets, who understand not just your present-tense persona but the younger, more reckless, more innocent version of who you used to be.

You can never have too many knives, his father had told him. Unless they're pointed at you, and by people who don't like you much.

Those with the least always lose the most in war.

Armour …' mused Whirrun, licking a finger and scrubbing some speck of dirt from the pommel of his sword, 'is part of a state of mind … in which you admit the possibility … of being hit.

An open mind is like to an open wound,' growled Glokta. 'Vulnerable to poison.

It's hard to stay calm when you're terrified, helpless, alone, at the mercy of men with no mercy at all.

The goal of government, you see," and the Arch Lector prodded at the air with his bony forefinger, "is to load the unhappiness onto those least able to make you suffer for it.

You make yourself too hard, you make yourself brittle too. Crack once, crack all to pieces.

If you wanted to see my cock that badly, you could just have asked.' 'No doubt a thing o' haunting beauty but i came for something else.

You can weep over each other's hidden nobility when we're safe!

Shoglig was talking shit. That old bitch didn't know when I was going to die at all. If I'd known that I'd surely have worn more armour.' Whirrun made a sound somewhere between a cough and a laugh, then winced, coughed, laughed again, winced again. 'Fuck, it hurts. I mean, you know it will, but, fuck, it really does hurt. Guess you showed me my destiny anyway, eh, Craw?

Love is a strange animal. You can't always tame it and make it behave the way you want it to. For years, I thought I could. I thought I could use love the way I used lipstick and perfume. Just to get what I wanted. But real love isn't that way. Real love bangs you around and makes you do things you never thought you would do.

There are times for growing stronger and times for comforting, and sometimes both times see a few tears.

He touched me as if I were the curved and delicate handle of a china cup, but he held me tightly just as I was, flesh and blood and full of human flaws and fears. In his arms I wasn't a girl dreaming of sailing the high seas, and I wasn't a farm kid jumping the train, either, but a fully grown woman riding the soft side of a crescent moon.

Did love always come joined with a certain amount of trepidation? Along with the good feelings, was there always dread that something wouldn't go right or that love could be lost? Love and fear seemed twined like stalks of a grapevine—so close they couldn't be separated.

eyes running over me like the work of a hundred biting ants