Quotes About Vulnerability

They'd jumped into one of the waiting taxis, and as it pulled out of the car park Nikki started crying. 'Right. Calm down, you.' Julie handed Nikki a tissue. 'It's alright. Nothing's going to happen.

I'm too old to play hard to get,' Marion said. 'Somebody asks me out, I'm standing with my hat and coat on in case they change their mind!

Kissing is a means of getting two people so close together that they can't see anything wrong with each other." —RENE YASENEK

It's also at that moment that I realize I am able to maintain the level of judgmentalness that I so cherish only because I have someone in my life who knows me so well and still manages to love me. Isn't that what love is? Knowing someone's life story and not using it against them? OK, maybe it's more like knowing someone's life story, using it against them, and still loving them.

The more we cull diversity, the more we are vulnerable to extinction,

One of the reasons Sulfur didn't date very much was that they couldn't help falling a little bit in love with anyone who gave them an orgasm. It was exhausting and practically never led anywhere good.

How can you be sure?" "Human networks are the most vulnerable," Eliasz replied.

She swallowed hard. "I want to try skinny-dipping." He was so still, she wasn't sure he was even breathing.

Simon's relationship with Meg was too complex for anything as simple as sex.

Jaenelle leaned over the narrow window seat, gulping in the winter air. "It hurts so much to live here, Daemon," she whimpered as he cradled her in his arms. "Sometimes it hurts so much." "Shh." He stroked her hair. "Shh.

She stared at him for a long moment. Then she put her hand in his . . . and broke his heart.

Six flashlights turned on, beacons that said, We're here, come eat us!

It takes time to find the courage to display the parts of yourself that aren't bright and shining. But you have to see them, have to know they're inside you...shadows in the garden. They are a part of all of us.

Red flickered in his amber eyes and he snarled at her. "If you ever scare me like this again, I will eat you!" Then he pressed his forehead against her arm and whined.

Sometimes I think her chest is made of ice, and she has to stay emotionally cold to hide the smell of a roting heart.

He studied her for a long moment. Then he took that last step, bringing him right next to her chair. He leaned over. One hand cupped her face while his lips lightly brushed her cheek. The Sadist whispered in her ear, "He was grateful when I let him die." She shivered—and knew he felt the shiver.

She's not a monkey fuck, and she is not prey," Simon said, his voice a low, threatening rumble. "She is Meg.

Many kinds of prey had perfected the art of hiding sickness or injury to avoid being singled out when predators were hunting.

Mixed feelings and a bruised heart. Maybe that was what a first love was in the end.

She looked so painfully cold he didn't have the automatic consideration of whether she'd be edible.

Every creative act involves a leap into the void. The leap has to occur at the right moment and yet the time for the leap is never prescribed. In the midst of a leap, there are no guarantees. To leap can often cause acute embarrassment. Embarrassment is a partner in the creative act—a key collaborator.

And time brings down what is both strong and tall.

His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind.

If your wife gives you her heart, you must take it, thankfully, and use it well, and not pull it in pieces, and laugh in her face, because she cannot snatch it away.