Quotes About Vulnerability

Eliah —Decímelo todo, por favor, Matilde. Quiero ayudarte. Matilde: "¿Sí? ¿Me ayudarías? ¿O saldrías espantado?" —No sabés cuánto me ayudás abrazándome de este modo. Me hacés sentir fuerte cuando me abrazás. Me hacés sentir que soy capaz de conquistar el mundo. Eliah —Mi amor, nadie me había dicho algo tan hermoso, jamás. Si lo que necesitás es mi fuerza, te la doy toda.

This is my heart. You are touching it with your left hand. You are touching it with your left hand, not because you are left-handed, although you might be, but because I am holding it against my heart. What you are feeling is the beating of my heart. It is what keeps me alive.

secrets, Charley my mother whispered. They'll tear you apart.

In all matrimonial associations there is, I believe, one constant factor - a desire to deceive the person with whom one lives as to some weak spot in one's character or in one's career. For it is intolerable to live constantly with one human being who perceives one's small meannesses. It is really death to do so - that is why so many marriages turn out unhappily.

Remember when I was lying on your lap and you cleaned my ears with a Q-tip? What a strange, complex intimacy, your at once maternal and sexual tenderness.

She was surprised to find that something from deep down in herself welled into her eyes and burned her cheeks: a few poor tears shed by one who never cried!

You can lose a friend in springtime easier than any other season if you're too curious.

As she stood on the stone floor she looked a very small, odd little black figure, and she felt as small and lost and odd as she looked.

So when she was a sickly, fretful, ugly little baby she was kept out of the way, and when she became a sickly, fretful, toddling thing she was kept out of the way also.

The great strength she had used in the old days to conquer and subdue, to win her will and to defend her way, seemed now a power but to protect the suffering and uphold the weak, and this she did, not alone in hovels but in the brilliant court and world of fashion, for there she found suffering and weakness also, all the more bitter and sorrowful since it dared not cry aloud.

so red, indeed, that she almost looked as if tears were coming into her poor, dull, childish eyes;

You can lose a friend in springtime easier than any other season if you're too curious.

And kissed her trembling honest mouth almost as if he had been a man—not quite—but almost.

After his kisses and hugs it feels like without them my body will fall apart into pieces.

I want to be untouchable and beautiful and completely dead inside.

What shall we do, all of us? All of us oassionate girls who fear crushing the boys we love with our mouths like caverns of teeth, our mushrooming brains, our watermelon hearts?

Pianos, unlike people, sing when you give them your every growl. They know how to dive into the pit of your stomach and harmonize with your roars when you've split yourself open. And when they see you, guts shining, brain pulsing, heart right there exposed in a rhythm that beats need need, need need, need need, pianos do not run. And so she plays.

Sometimes I wanted to peel away all of my skin and find a different me underneath.

What shall we do? All of us passionate girls who fear crushing the boys we love with our mouths like caverns of teeth, our mushrooming brains, and watermelon hearts?

Relieved because what I dreaded most in the whole world was going to happen and I wouldn't have to live with it anymore—the fear. There is the relief of finally not being alone and the relief of being alone when no one can take anything away from you. Here she was, my beautiful fear. Shiny as crystal lace frost.

War is being reminded that you are completely at the mercy of death at every moment, without the illusion that you are not. Without the distractions that make life worth living.

He said, You're so tiny, like a doll, you look like you might break. I wanted him to break me. Part of me did.

In order to have bliss you have to be able to accept all the parts of the other, all the wildness and the darkness. You have to be able to hold on.

You still cry too easily, but without your tears, at least, everything would burn. You are Spring in your jeans, in the laughing leaves. I think pearls melted over your bones.