Quotes About Vulnerability

She looked down at them, both sleeping. Ardee on her side, one long-lashed eye closed and her mouth wide open. Harod on his back, tiny hands palm-up as if he was surrendering. So small. So perfect. So vulnerable. She remembered something her father once told her. Being a parent means always being afraid. Afraid for your children. Afraid of your children.

One minute you think you're the most powerful man in the world. The next you can't even breathe by yourself. Some kinds of power are nothing but tricks of the mind.

Perhaps they had discovered that when enemies fall, they leave a hole.

Fear of the self... of both what we show the world on the outside and that which we know, ourselves, to truly be on the inside, can be a paralyzing notion.

You know someone for a while and then one day a hole opens underneath them, and they fall out of your world.

Aren't you going to tell me I'm not so bad? she asked. Mmm-no. I was thinking how every man loves a hot girl with a history of making mistakes. Because it's always possible she'll make one with you.

I feel bad for her. It's not a lot of fun, you know." "What?" "Being in love with you. I've been with a lot of bad guys who made me feel lousy about myself, Jude, but you're something special. Because I knew none of them really cared about me, but you do, and you make me feel like your shitty hooker anyway.

Her sanity was a fragile thing, a butterfly cupped in her hands, that she carried with her everywhere, afraid of what would happen if she let it go - or got careless and crushed it.

every man loves a hot girl with a history of making mistakes. Because it's always possible she'll make one with you.

Something terrible is happening to me, Mom," he said, his voice cracking. For the first time all morning, he felt close to tears. "Oh, baby," she said again. "Why couldn't you have gone somewhere else?" "Excuse me?" "I don't want to hear about any more of your problems.

he thought how the young are pierced by love, innocent bodies torn and ruined for no reason, save that it suited someone who held them dear.

Are you sure I can't have a little sniff of Oxy?" the doctor asked. He brightened. "I'd share. We could get fucked up together.

I wanted to explore this idea that the bogey man in the closet is scary, but being a mother is scarier.

I am a leaf on the wind," Lou said, and the man-nurse said, "Dude, don't say that. I don't want to start crying on the job.

She was down the street and around the corner when she realized she hadn't put anything on besides the jacket and her boots. She was tramping around greater Denver at two in the morning in her faded pink panties. At least she had remembered the whiskey.

Was anything in all the world more heartrending than being found out by someone you wanted to love you?

I was thinking how every man loves a hot girl with a history of making mistakes. Because it's always possible she'll make one with you.

They're not bad people, most of them. All they want is to be safe." "Isn't that always a permission slip for ugliness and cruelty?

It was ludicrous to cry because there was no more Google, but for a moment Harper felt very close to weeping. The idea that Google could collapse and be gone was as hard to imagine as the fall of the Twin Towers. It had seemed at least as permanent a part of the cultural landscape.

They're not bad people, most of them. All they want is to be safe." "Isn't that always a permission slip for ugliness and cruelty? All they want is to be safe, and they don't care who they have to destroy to stay that way. And

Harper smiled weakly for Renée, but felt unsteady and sick. She had to close her eyes to withstand the assault of the last thunderous verse—her Dragonscale crawled unpleasantly, and the only thought she could manage was, Stop, stop, stop—and when it was over, and the room erupted into stamping feet and whistles and applause, it was all she could do not to cry.

Come on now, Mr. Gallagher. We turned the sound off for you. The bad woman can't hurt you. We'll keep you safe from all her reason and science and compassion." "Just keep your back turned," Loren Hayes added. "If you look at her, there's the very real possibility you might catch a glimpse of empathy and it'll give you a sour tummy.

She was saying he wasn't like the children in Christmasland. She was saying he was still himself. But Charlie Manx had said something different. Charlie Manx said blood didn't come out of silk. Tabitha

His own eyes prickle wetly. His blond hair darkens with sweat; pearls of water stand out on his smooth six-year-old forehead. The longer he stares back, the wider the gaze seems to get, like a grin. Her eyes radiate hard spines of heat, which drill into him. Timmy Babson feels punctured, "seen." "Jane!" Timmy screams for his mother, calling for her by her first name for the first time. "Jane, Jane! It's looking