Quotes About Vulnerability

It was difficult to maintain any sense of superiority in the face of his utter dependence on other people.

I see you hurt your face." She shrugged. "I fell. I'm a clumsy fool." "I know how you feel. I'm such a fool I knocked half my teeth out and hacked my leg to useless pulp. Look at me now, a cripple. It's amazing where a little foolishness can take you, if it goes unchecked. We clumsy types should stick together, don't you think?" She looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, stroking the bruises on her jaw. "Yes," she said, "I suppose we should.

She brushed the tip of his nose with a finger. "Oh my poor baby, are you scared of him?" He rolled away from her onto his back. "A little. Everyone should be at least a little scared of Bremer dan Gorst.

An open mind is like to an open wound,' growled Glokta. 'Vulnerable to poison. Liable to fester. Apt to give its owner only pain.

There are a hundred reasons to carry a blade in a slaughterhouse. But there can only ever be one reason to try and hide one.

That look. Little bit hungry. Little bit scared.

It wasn't lost on Vick that he was giving her the same compliments she'd just given Tallow. Some people you reel in by making them think they need you. More often, it's making them think you need them. People want to feel good about themselves. Want to feel needed. Vick wondered if she'd been reeled in already. Long ago.

Strange, that however tough one's skin becomes in later life, the wounds of youth never close. Shenkt

Everything frightens me, and it's well that it does. Fear is a good friend to the hunted, it's kept me alive this long. The dead are fearless, and I don't care to join them.

No armour.' Yon was helping Brack into his mail, shaking his head as he frowned over at Whirrun. 'What kind of a bloody hero don't wear bloody armour?' '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.

Now he'd started crying he couldn't seem to stop. No more than you can rebuild a burst dam when the flood's still surging through. That's the problem with making yourself hard. Once you crack, there's no putting yourself back together.

His lips were split and bloody, his sides covered in darkening bruises, his head lolled sideways, face swollen almost past recognition. In short, he looks like a man ready to confess.

Armor... is part of a state of mind... in which you admit the possibility... of being hit.

Trust is like glass... Lovely, but only a fool rests lots of weight on it.

She would much rather have been held but, since they were who they were, she could be drunk instead.

God! Why did she insist on demanding from people what she knew they could never give her? Why did she insist on making the same mistakes over and over? Why was she fooled so easily every time? Because she wanted to be fooled.

I wouldn't trust his corpse to stop an arrow.

Strange, that however tough one's skin becomes in later life, the wounds of youth never close.

It can be pleasant to have someone weak leaning on you. It can make you feel strong. But there comes a point when they become a dead weight to carry.

Being a parent means always being afraid. Afraid for your children. Afraid of your children.

Strange, isn't it,' mused Glokta as he watched him struggle for air. 'Big men, small men, thin men, fat men, clever men, stupid men, they all respond the same to a fist in the guts. One minute you think you're the most powerful man in the world. The next you can't even breathe by yourself.

We're none of us hard as we seem.

Loyalty on a mercenary is like armour on a swimmer.

No strength like looking weak.