Quotes About Vulnerability

Putting the potential for damage into someone else's hands is scary. I have to have control, even if it is the power to self-destruct.

In a man's letters his soul lies naked.

A fly, Sir, may sting a stately horse and make him wince; but one is but an insect, and the other is a horse still.

What poor wretches are we, Harriet, men as well as women! We pray for long life; and what is the issue of our prayers, but leave to outlive our teeth and our friends, to stand in the way of our elbowing relations, and to change our swan-skins for skins of buff; which nevertheless will keep out neither cold nor infirmity?

If she be a woman, and love me, I shall surely catch her once tripping: for love was ever a traitor to its harbourer: and Love within, and I without, she will be more than a woman, as the poet says, or I less than man, if I succeed not.

He pulled the other hand from her eye. The handkerchief dropt: He might see that it was wet and  heavy with her tears. Fain would she have turn'd her blubber'd eye from him. He held both her hands, and burst out into a laugh

Unhappy, indeed, must the woman be, who has drawn upon her the helpless pity of the man she loves!

GOMER: Get Out of My Emergency Room; "a human being who has lost—often through age—what goes into being a human being" (the Fat Man).

And yet that hardness brings out the softness in us all

Our perfection lies in our imperfection.

Moving between her thighs, he stretched out above her, then thrust into her. Once. Because, as he did everything, he acted without hesitation or apology to claim her entirely. Her eyes went wide and her breath caught. Holding her gaze, he pressed himself deeper, barely easing back before pressing deep again.

But I'm not a hearts and flowers guy. I'm not even an all-night guy. I don't hold hands. I don't cuddle. I don't do any of that stuff. - Lee Coburn

You don't have to give me flowers, Coburn. You don't even have to hold me. Let me hold you. - Honor Gillette

Dispensing with the frivolity, he kissed her meaningfully. When at last he pulled away, her troubled expression alarmed him. What? Be careful, Hammond. No one will know I was here. She shook her head. Not that. Then what? You may have to put me on trial for my life. Please be careful that you don't make me fall in love with you first.

She crumpled into the chair behind the desk and, bending slightly from the waist, hugged her elbows.

Tomorrow, I'm putting my future on the line. If you fuck me over, I'll cut out your heart and eat it.

If Hayes Bannock has your wife, you probably top his shit list. Be afraid.

Have you ever heard of the Swiss cheese model? In order for a catastrophic event, such as a plane crash, to occur, a sequence of events precedes it. Think of these separate factors as slices of Swiss cheese lined up one behind the other. If any one of the holes in them doesn't align with the others, the series of events is changed or curtailed, and a catastrophe is prevented. But if all the holes line up --- The door is open for disaster.

Graham. These three men took away my virginity

looked like it would succumb

Why do you think I've been trying my damnedest to get you pregnant? Baby, I've been hoping that I'd make a baby in you. I wanted a guarantee that you wouldn't walk out on me.

All little lambs need a shepherd.

Right in front of God, Daddy, and everyone else in our family, she dropped to her knees and began giving Frank Darling light puffs of air, her lips sealed on his like the lid on a Mason jar of fresh canned peaches.

The situation of those men in the hierarchy of gender who avail themselves of female tenderness is not thereby altered: Their superordinate position is neither abandoned, nor their male privilege relinquished. The vulnerability these men exhibit is not a prelude in any way to their loss of male privilege or to an elevation in the status of women.