Quotes About Vulnerability

Losing your anchor, feeling yourself to be light is not an advantage, it's cruel to yourself and to others.

Even if we're continually tempted to lower our guard - for love or weariness, for sympathy or kindness - we women shouldn't do it. We can lose from one moment to the next everything that we've achieved.

Les bons sentiments sont fragiles. Avec moi, l'amour ne résiste pas.

Tout rapport intense entre des êtres humains est truffé de pièges et, si on veut qu'il dure, il faut apprendre à les esquiver.

Quantas palavras permanecem impronunciáveis mesmo entre um casal que se ama, e como é alto o risco de que outros o destruam ao revelá-las.

we protect the truth principally by telling the truth about ourselves.

Literary genres are safe areas, solid platforms. There I can place a pale sketch of a story and practise with calm, wary pleasure. But really I am waiting for my brain to get distracted, to slip up, for other I's — many — outside the margins to join together, take my hand, begin to pull me with the writing where I'm afraid to go, where it hurts me to go, where, if I go too far, I won't necessarily know how to get back.

But at the same time I was grateful for the small dose of humiliation and pain he had inflicted on me. I went around the bed, sat on the edge beside him, and masturbated him. He let me do it, with his eyes closed. He ejaculated without a moan, as if he were feeling no pleasure.

Há momentos em que recorremos a palavras insensatas e fazemos exigências absurdas para esconder sentimentos lineares.

But I felt everything right on top of me, breath against breath. I was tired, tired, tired. I said it loudly but voices die quickly, they seem alive in the bottom of the throat and yet, if articulated, they are already spent sounds.

I would always be afraid: afraid of saying the wrong thing, of using an exaggerated tone, of dressing unsuitably, of revealing petty feelings, of not having interesting thoughts.

maybe, in the face of abandonment, we are all the same; maybe not even a very orderly mind can endure the discovery of not being loved.

Let me write it down, quite unambiguously: paper could cut me open as a paper knife slits paper. I'd like to meet the person who could make a new woman of me out of the things I say.

she must wait, till someone takes her, but afterwards, and then let herself be taken, but only afterwards. because if, like you, she lets herself be taken before, then she can count herself lucky afterwards, if anyone takes her at all.

Cure dismisses resilience, survival, the spider web of fractures, cracks and seams. Its promises hold power precisely because none of us want to be broken. But I'm curious: what might happen if we were to accept, claim, embrace our brokenness?

I wouldn't go up on a stage now if you paid a thousand dollars for one minute of acting. It's a nasty experience. You're up there all by yourself. You're so damn exposed.

The writer, when he is also an artist, is someone who admits what others don't dare reveal.

The fear of burglars is not only the fear of being robbed, but also the fear of a sudden and unexpected clutch out of the darkness.

I learned a lot from that, like how much it hurt to see how other people described you, and how things that you said about another person, especially your parents, seemed neutral when addressed to a third party, but lethal when you thought about your parents reading it.

Please don't leave me all alone." Was that what I, too was afraid of? And maybe not just me, but everyone?

Hungarian men are very interesting. They know how to say what you want to hear. They are very clever. But they do not mean these words. Five or six months later, when it is enough, then they will say the really awful things." Those words, "when it is enough," stayed with me for a long time.

It felt ominous to me - the aestheticized girliness, infatuation and weakness.

Weeping, a powerful physical process that was normally out of the question, became a constant possibility.

I wondered why he had told me something so terrible about himself.