Quotes About Vulnerability

I can't forget things, or ignore them-bad things that happen," I said. "I'm a lay-it-all-out person, a dwell-on-it person, an obsess-about-it person. If I hold things in and try to forget or pretend, I become a madman and have panic attacks. I have to talk.

Love is when you give someone else the power to destroy you, and you trust them not to do it.

There's something about seeing a guy's feelings written down, something about him taking that risk and committing that heart to paper, that means so much more than anything he could just say.

I used to be strong,but now I am weak. I used to be pretty,but now I look sick.

For anyone who has been taught that good equals small and silent, here is my heart with all its ugly tangles and splendid fury.

Open their souls. Open their veins. Wipe off their smiles. Be a family. Stay a family.

She doesn't feel like crying anymore.

the best way to avoid having your heart broken was to pretend you don't have one.

F]riendship is a method of castration that doesn't use a sharp object.

Sometimes things are fragile. That's why they're valuable.

She didn't know if she could love her own mangled, strange heart. She wanted someone else to do it for her, to see it beating behind her ribs and to say, I can see your true self. It is there, and it is rare and worthy. I love you.

But you can be talky and paint your fingernails and still be very sad. In fact, you can be talky and paint your fingernails to protect other people from how sad you are.

She wanted to see all his scars, see all of him, and she felt suddenly, intensely certain that he was a safe person to show her own scars to.

She would love herself, even with her sadness and her distractibility, her defenses and her failures.

Isaac liked me because I was ignorant and that meant he could teach me, right? That made him feel like a man.

I loved the hole in his jeans and the dirt on his bare feet and the scab on his elbow and the scar that laced through one eyebrow.

My feelings leak out my eyes, crumpling my face, heave through my frame

It is possible people are curious about us because we do not show them our hearts. It is possible that we enjoy the way people are curious about us.

Then he kissed my eyelids. Kind of licked them. And if you've never had someone lick your eyelids, you should know that it's not exactly romantic and it's even a tiny bit gross, but it feels like the other person really likes you and accepts you somehow.

She would love herself, even with her sadness and her distractibility, her defenses and her failures. The process of making would stretch open the universe until it was frighteningly and gloriously wide with possibility.

Can I hold your hands" he asked I put mine in his. "The universe is seeming really huge right now," he told me. "I need something to hold on to.

I'll be fine, they tell me. I won't die.

Open their souls. Open their veins. Wipe off their smiles.

I decided not to call again. I didn't want to keep saying things that made me feel weak.