Quotes About Vulnerability

Ja! Y pensaba que ibas a decirme algo nuevo. Eso ya lo sabemos: «El poder corrompe. El poder absoluto corrompe absolutamente.» —Falso, Dama. Algo más sutil pero mucho más penetrante: El poder atrae a lo corruptible.

Probabilmente non c'è momento più terribile, nella nostra vita, di quello in cui si scopre che nostro padre è un uomo... in carne ed ossa.

Usar la fuerza bruta es volverse uno mismo infinitamente vulnerable a las fuerzas superiores.

Desperate people are the most dangerous

Tleilaxu eyes were not immune to tears.

La gente altera costruisce soltanto le mura esterne del castello, dietro alle quali cerca di nascondere i suoi dubbi e le sue paure.

The man without emotions is the one to fear. But deep emotions…ah, now, those can be bent to your needs.

A razão é a primeira vítima das emoções fortes.

And the price we paid was the price men have always paid for achieving a paradise in this life—we went soft, we lost our edge.

Love needs no guarantees.

Behind any use of power over another the ultimate assumption remains: 'I feed on your energy.

We know that one: 'Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely.' Wrong, Dama. Something more subtle but far more pervasive: Power attracts the corruptible.

I'm sitting up in the bed with my knees pulled to my chest and there are tears that won't come to my eyes but beat instead like a small sea around my heart.

That IS what journal writing is all about—showing ourselves to God.

and if I were in America I could say, I love you, Dad, the way they do in the films, but you can't say that in Limerick for fear you might be laughed at. You're allowed to say love you God and babies and horses that win but anything else is a softness in the head.

I take his weapons away from him. Both of them.

Every single person has at least one secret that would break your heart.

If your children ever find out how lame you really are, they'll murder you in your sleep.

It's impossible to defend oneself in the absence of goodwill

You are so vulnerably haunting; Your eeriness is terrifyingly irresistible.

The main thing, when a sword cuts into one's soul, is to keep a calm gaze, lose no blood, accept the coldness of the sword with the coldness of a stone. By means of the stab, after the stab, become invulnerable.

But when I want to draw close to someone, and fully commit myself, then my misery is assured. Then I am nothing, and what can I do with nothingness? I must admit that your letter this morning (by the afternoon it had changed) arrived at just the right moment; I was in need of those very words.

In this love you are like a knife with which I explore myself.

I can never tear myself open wide enough to people to reveal everything and so frighten them away.