Quotes About Vulnerability

The truth is always more scary than kissing someone for the first time.

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

It's because she doesn't love being lonely. When a girl loses her virginity, though, it may hurt, but it's real. It might be the realest, most private thing you could ever see in another person. You wonder who she'll be in that moment, when you finally get past all the pretend.

It is the strain of walking around the world-down the street, riding city buses and elevators, moving from place to place to place-and not knowing who might want to destroy you, who might like to fill your heart with poison, who might rob you and stab you, who might stand above you in the dark with a tarantula.

The only thing all men have in common with one another is their inherent capacity to make mistakes. But there is wonder in the attempt, knowing we are all destined to fall short, but forgoing reason and fear time and time again so deliberately.

Size and strength didn't intimidate Herman. As he told me later, no matter how big they grow, balls and eyes stay soft and a tire tool has no friends.

Faccio solo finta di essere sfacciata. In realtà me la faccio addosso dalla paura. Questa cena fuori mi rende confusa. Non so se voglio davvero una storia lunga, o solo una scopata veloce. E tu?

We got some beer and some cheap wine and rented a room at a rundown motel and stayed up most of the night telling lies and a few sad truths that we hoped the other would think were lies.

We took what came the way it came. Least it was that way on the surface. You scratched us a little, though, you could find some jelly there pretty quick. We were the kind that found it hard to cry, but once we got started you best be ready for high water and the loading of animals two by two.

The snow wasn't deep - in many places its crust was firm enough that they actually walked on top of it - but the wind was surgical, a precision instrument with needles for teeth, and it found even the tiniest exposed places on her skin, attacking them.

She wasn't invisible anymore. She'd stepped dead-bang into the spotlight, and she'd painted a big bull's-eye on her head.

my eyes blurred wetly with hot tears

God's work is not complete in a person until the private, personal space has been invaded, and he or she is willing to be forged in the anvil of community.

But I could not bear to look into this man's eyes any longer and see such voracious need, because what if I realized that I was standing in front of a mirror?

Are you okay?" "Yeah." "Good," she said, "because if you fall off a skyscraper, I'll be so mad at you.

Be careful with whom you associate, especially when you feel emotionally vulnerable, because negative people can steal the dream right out of your heart.

It's hard to be something that you're not. It's hard to keep everyone happy, wear different masks, and pretend, depending on who you're with. You know what's easy: being you, being real, being vulnerable.

In our weakness, God's strength shows up the greatest. Take the pressure off. There's freedom when you can be at peace with not being perfect.

You don't have to hide. You don't have to pretend, worry about what people will think. Everyone is dealing with something. There's no shame in saying, "I need help. I'm struggling; I'm hurting; I'm broken.

Those scars don't have to stop you. The scars are simply your story. The scars can be your testimony. You don't have to hide them. Everyone has scars.

Our love is a forest fire and we are the little things that live in the trees.

I have loved since you. But when the new paint gets scratched, there you are underneath.

I like falling off my skateboard the way I like loving you. Broken hearts, like broken bones, hurt well.

Relationships work best if we are honest about not wanting the truth.