Quotes About Vulnerability

The reason the beasts give among themselves is that Man is the weakest and most defenseless of all living things, and it is unsportsmanlike to touch him. They

So Mowgli sat and cried as though his heart would break; and he had never cried in all his life before.

Badly-treated children have a clear notion of what they are likely to get if they betray the secrets of a prison-house before they are clear of it.

Alala! I have no cloth to wrap me. The kites will see that I am naked. I am ashamed to meet all these people.

Most true is it in the Great Game, for it is by means of women that all plans come to ruin and we lie out in dawning with our throats cut.

No puedo soportar que tu, de entre todo el mundo, me vea tan débil y patético.

It's coming to seem the only way to avoid hurting other people, which in his experience is what gives them power over you.

We pass between sea and sky with unaccountable, humiliating ease, as if there were no firmament between the firmaments, no above or below, here or there, now or then, with only the feeble conventions of language, our contrived principles, and our love of one another's light to keep our own light from going out; abandon any one of them, and we dissolve in darkness like salt in water.

I trusted you with the idea of me and you lost it.

At the time I was feeling hopeful, which now seems kind of sad and brave.

I felt so stupid and young, and at the same time something was cracking open inside me, or maybe it was the world was cracking open to show me something really important underneath. I knew I was only seeing a tiny bit of it, but it was bigger than anything I'd ever seen or felt before.

My anger frightened me more than my fear once had.

I'd rather be a fool than hard-hearted.

His passion she had expected, even his expertise, for a man of his years would not have been without women. She had even, in the long days of yearning, suspected his tenderness, which led him now to kiss her temples and the inner crook of her elbow with the same attention he gave to her lips and breasts. What she had not anticipated was that he would be vulnerable as well.

sex wasn't just about two people getting naked and tangled up together. A lot of other things were involved, things that make you feel so good you forget who you are, and things that feel so creepy you literally get goose bumps, and things you hold so dear you're afraid to go to sleep, and things that make you so happy you want to bounce up and down—layer after layer of things like that, all mixed up into a sticky mess with the blood and sweat and love juice.

I hate people who break down crying when you're trying to talk about something important. Men and women both. You can't trust weepy people. They think they're the center of the world, and that their tears can absolve them of anything.

One must see how laughter is feared above all other sorts of attack, how even a man who had boldly encountered mortal peril for a cause that did not concern him, would hardly hesitate to betray father and mother in case the danger were laughter.

It may happen, however, that he falls into despair just for the fact that he has opened his heart to another; it may be that he thinks it would have been infinitely preferable to maintain silence rather than have anyone privy to his secret. There are examples of introverts who are brought to despair precisely because they have acquired a confidant.

didn't exist. Maybe, like her, Barry was scared, and sick of feeling like death could come at any time. Maybe

People who never cried were the weakest of all.

Over time, she'd come to believe that the only true emotional infirmity was denial; once a thing was accepted, it could be met without fear. She wished she could tell him that it was no weakness

I like you, Mike. I just wanted to know about you." He grinned and finished building the fire. "OK, point taken, and I like you too, Juney. It was an RPG." "Role-playing game?" she asked, bewildered, and saw him laugh aloud, his head thrown back—for the first time since they met, she realized. "Rocket Propelled Grenade," he said.

Bleeding hearts were the easiest to confuse.

Love is taking chances when every rational part of you screams, 'Don't risk it.' Because it's only when your heart has been ripped open that you get a chance to find the one person capable of making it whole.