Quotes About Vulnerability

Galeni made her smile, but not laugh. The lack of any sense of play between them worried Miles. You had to have a keen sense of humor to do sex and stay sane.

Would it do any harm, to make of him a dream-lover? It seemed invasive. How would she like it, after all, if she discovered she was starring in someone else's pornographic daydreams? Horrified, yes? Disgusted, to be pawed over in some untrusted stranger's thoughts. She imagined herself so portrayed in Miles's thoughts, and checked her horror quotient. It was a little . . . weak.

The danger with relationships when we are vulnerable is that we may not be able to evaluate them honestly and from a godly perspective. What is bitter may look sweet because of our weakened position.

the trembling reached into Bree's heart. Her hands started to shake.

Maybe she needs me to be her basket case.

Seven thirty-five. The only thing worse than being a widow and being single is being a widow and being single and being stood up.

It's been a long time since I've dated, but I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to do a face plant on your suitor's gurney on the first date.

how it's possible to be both lonely and terrified of social encounters at the same time.

Getting a woman's body and getting her heart are two different things. And gaining her trust is another problem entirely.

I didn't promise I wouldn't break your tender heart, Mica. Protect it from me. Don't let me touch that part of you. Don't let me destroy both of us that way.

She was still and silent against his chest, though he knew that indomitable will of hers was still firmly in place. She was the strongest person he had ever known in his life, and he wanted nothing more than to allow her to be weak. And that was the redneck in him, he knew it was. The man who wanted to protect his woman against any and all threats. To be a partner until danger rolled around. But he had chosen a woman who refused to hide from danger.

She had found someone who matched her, a warrior and a shield. A man she could respect; one she could argue with and enjoy. She hadn't wanted to lose that. Hadn't wanted to be alone again.

Taking you is like losing myself," he groaned roughly. "I feel you clasping my dick, Crista, but I feel you pouring into my soul.

Tu hai gli occhi irlandesi, ragazzo mio. Un giorno vedrai con occhi che non sono i tuoi, sentirai con il cuore di un'altra persona. Selvaggi occhi irlandesi, Nathan. Quando ami qualcuno, ama con tutto te stesso e sinceramente, ma stai attento perché quegli occhi non sono soltanto lo specchio della tua anima, ma anche finestre sull'anima di colei che ami Il Doppio volto dell'Amore - Wild Card

It's a boner not a monster," he growled, waving a hand to the erection her gaze continued to flicker back and forth from. "You're watching it like you expect it to bite." "It looks angry enough." A nervous little smile touched her lips before it fell and she watched him somberly. "You look angry enough." kane and sherra

Should I just ask you all to screw me, Rowdy? Why don't I just bare it now and let you take turns with me. Hell yeah, make it damned easy on you, wouldn't it? That way, you don't have to feel like shit later because you let another man take what was yours?

You know what I want," he whispered. "Exactly what I suspect you're most frightened of now." He lifted his other hand, smoothing back her hair from her face, his thumb caressing her cheek. "I want to strip you down, love you from head to toe as often as possible, and sometimes…we might not be alone.

Yet, it was different than it had been with Rowdy alone. She struggled to push aside the vague unease she felt. The lack of emotional warmth, of sharing that had come from being in bed upstairs, just her and Rowdy.

Sir. I could use a crutch." His knees gave way, but the captain was there, his arms going around the taller man's bony body, holding him to him as he shook with silent sobs. "I have you, son," he whispered. "I'll be your crutch.

You'll destroy me," she cried out, her fingers digging into his scalp as his tongue licked over her nipple. "Again. You'll destroy me again, Dawg." He had to understand. He couldn't do this to her again. She could easily give herself to him, just like before. "It's okay, Crista. I won't hurt you, baby," he groaned. "It's just us. See? No one else is here. Ever. God, I'd kill the man that tried to touch you now.

That's what I mean," said Ilka. "We are, all of us, ridiculous. All we can hear is somebody saying we are less than perfect. And it's not as if we hadn't already got that figured out for ourselves." "I never mind being told when I'm wrong." Ilka said, "Will you forgive me if I don't believe you?

When Trace simply held her hands out to her sides and looked at her, Priss asked, Are we going to have sex now? His mouth twitched, and his gaze warmed, but he sounded dead serious when he said, Yeah, I think we are.

She stared up at him and for an instant his expression went soft all over her before he turned away, gritting his teeth. Dean felt her gentle touch everywhere, in places he'd never thought about before. Like his heart.

You were...were... looking at me! Yeah. I was considering having you for breakfast before you kicked me in the jaw.