Quotes About Vulnerability

Auf schwarzdunklem Moor oder felswildem Strand Leg' ich mich nieder, wegmüd und krank. Kalt wölbt sich der Himmel von West nach Ost, Weder Mantel noch Decke schützt mich vor Frost. Nur kaltfunkelnde Sterne halten still Wacht – Wer weiß, wo ich ruhn werde in dieser Nacht!«

The village idiots in her bed Never cared that her eyes were red Never cared that her brain was dead. In the hours that her face was alive It was a thing just to be by her side.

You are like a child who whistles in the dark. As though the dark cared, my poor child, as though the dark cared.

I looked at him. Then I turned my face away. Beyond my upset I was flooded by a deep happiness, similar to the one he made me feel when forcing me to surrender to his virility. No one else before him had given me this gratification, but I realised now that the longing to be violated, body and soul, must have always been inside me.

By gnawing through a dike, even a rat may drown a nation.

The concessions of the weak are the concessions of fear.

Rudeness is the weak man's imitation of strength.

Never apologise for showing feeling. When you do so, you apologise for the truth.

The most important things in our intimate lives can't be discussed with strangers, except in books.

Suffering does make us more sensitive until it crushes us completely.

His ribs were as visible as hands around a cup.

Love is so fragile and so often fatal. I am amazed when people are brave enough to risk it.

Set the foot down with distrust on the crust of the world -- it is thin.

A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public with his pants down.

A person who publishes a book willfully appears before the populace with his pants down. If it is a good book nothing can hurt him. If it is a bad book nothing can help him.

A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public eye with his pants down.

Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. Nobody that matters, that is.

I have learned to fail. And I have had my say.

I met the wolf alone and was devoured in peace.

A person who publishes a book wilfully appears before the populace with his pants down. –

This my personal death?— That my lungs be failing To inhale the breath Others are exhaling?

We walk On the skin Of life.

There is no shelter in you anywhere.