Quotes About Vulnerability

There are so many ways to heal. Arrogance may have a place in technology, but not in healing. I need to get out of my own way if I am to heal.

Asking for help does not mean that we are weak or incompetent. It usually indicates an advanced level of honesty and intelligence.

IF WE WANT to heal, we have to start getting honest with ourselves and others. Creating the possibility for more truth is up to each of us.

Change is the manifestation of our ability to grow and become. When it occurs in those nearest and dearest to us it is an opportunity for celebration. When it happens in ourselves, it allows us to share ourselves on a new level. When we try to protect others from the awareness of our changes, we are being dishonest. No one can care for who we are unless they know who we are.

web of a drunken spider.

The loner who looks fabulous is one of the most vulnerable loners of all.

The most horrifying thing about art is its honesty

Being nice to that woman is like feeding a baby shark so it can grow big enough to eat you.

It was scary to need another person as much as you needed your next breath. It implied a need for unlimited faith and trust. You had to believe your love would be there for you always.

Believe this," he whispered, and kissed her with the sharp, sleek kiss, the silver kiss, so swift and true, and razor sharp, and her warmth was flowing into him.

We can take it slow," he said. "You can learn to be with me. Find out what I'm all about. You never know, you might like what you find." "Don't hold your breath," she said. He stepped toward her casually, amusement flickering around his lips. She tensed, her eyes checking for a way to run. "Or..." His hand lashed out, grabbed her, and whipped her into his arms, where he held her tight. "We can take it fast and rough.

When you are young and healthy, it never occurs to you that in a single second your whole life could change.

Being an artist means forever healing your own wounds and at the same time endlessly exposing them.

Sometimes Felix seemed like an empty house, but he wasn't really. It was just that he kept all his possessions in a locked room. And when, once every few years, the door cracked open for a moment, she felt strangely moved to see herself within.

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Thousands of girls have climbed up stairs and knocked on a door answered by a woman who is a complete stranger, to whom they are about to entrust their stomach and womb. And that woman, the only person who can rid them of their misfortune, would open the door, in an apron and patterned slippers, clutching a dish towel, and inquire, "yes, miss, can i help you?

Des milliers de filles ont monté un escalier, frappé à une porte derrière laquelle il y avait une femme dont elles ne savaient rien, à qui elles allaient abandonner leur sexe et leur ventre. Et cette femme, la seule personne alors capable de faire passer le malheur, ouvrait la porte, en tablier et en pantoufles à pois, un torchon à la main : "C'est pour quoi, mademoiselle?

Thousands of girls have climbed up stairs and knocked on a door answered by a woman who is a complete stranger, to whom they are about to entrust their stomach and their womb. And that woman, the only person who can rid them of their misfortune, would open the door, in an apron and patterned slippers, clutching a dish towel, and inquire, "Yes, Miss, can I help you?

La mattina dopo mi sono stesa sul letto e mi sono infilata il ferro da maglia nel sesso, piano piano. Andavo a tentoni senza trovare il collo dell'utero e un non riuscivo a non fermarmi appena sentivo un po' di dolore. Mi sono resa conto che da sola non ce l'avrei fatta. La mia impotenza mi gettava nella disperazione. Non ero all'altezza. "Niente. Mi sembrava impossibile. Piango e non ne posso più".

Hvilke historier er det vi forteller om oss selv? Hvilke øyeblikk var det som endret vårt fundament? Ernaux tar oss med 60 år tilbake og forsøker å gi ord til hva en enkelt hendelse kan gjøre med en liv. Hun skriver sterkt om makt, skam og seksualitet, og opphever skillet mellom det private og det menneskelige.

A partir de entonces, les he dicho a varios hombres: «Cuando yo estaba a punto de cumplir doce años, mi padre intentó matar a mi madre». El hecho de haber necesitado decírselo demuestra lo unida que me sentía a ellos. Sin embargo, todos se quedaron en silencio después de oírlo. Y yo me daba cuenta de que había cometido un error, de que no estaban preparados para escucharlo.

À un moment, je lui ai dit sous une forme détournée que j'étais enceinte, sans doute parce que je pensais qu'il pourrait m'aider.

Instantanément, il lui est venu un air de curiosité et de jouissance, comme s'il me voyait les jambes écartées, le sexe offert. Peut-être trouvait-il aussi son plaisir dans la subite transformation de la bonne étudiante d'hier en fille aux abois.

Il y a eu, comme alors, les caresses réciproques avec les lèvres. Nous avons un accord profond. J'aime les positions de soumission où il me domine complètement, me voit de dos et je ne le vois pas, idem la fellation.