Quotes About Vulnerability

Sometimes it's easy to do brave things in front of a thousand people, but it's hard to do them in front of a handful. It feels so much more exposing.

Forty-two thousand people is an attractive target for people who want to hurt us. And a ballpark that's about 6 feet, at one point, from the street is as big a target as any we can imagine.

Olvidaría el padre a su hija más pequeña? ¿Sólo porque no sabe hablar la dejaría sufriendo su mudez junto a las piedras? ¿Sólo porque cuando anda se derrumba y pierde su camino como ciega? ¿La olvidaría el padre sólo porque es pequeña?

Sudden emotional and physical shocks, bouts of depression, and fear and anxiety make a person vulnerable to possession by ripping tears in his or her barrier of spiritual protection (the aura). The djinn, having no defined form, can slip through these tears and cracks quite easily. It is believed that a person should never go to bed crying or with feelings of fear and worry, as this invites the djinn to attack during sleep.

How strange that the bully, unmasked, is always awash in self-pity.

Svetlana did not know how to be alone. Alone, she felt totally exposed. She thought she would be safe if only she could entwine her life in another, but then, once she had achieved this, she would feel suffocated, a pattern that would take her decades to break, if she ever succeeded.

It was a small bothy, one step brought us to meet in the midst of it; my arms were around him, and his around me, the strong right arm and the maimed left that felt sapless and brittle as a bit of dead stick, and we held fast together, and wept somewhat, each into the hollow of the other's shoulder. Maybe it is easier to weep when one grows old, than it was in the flower of life.

we held fast together, and wept somewhat, each into the hollow of the other's shoulder. Maybe it is easier to weep when one grows old, than it was in the flower of life. The strength ebbs, or the wisdom grows ...

Better to be a laughing-stock than lose the fort for fear of being one.

she told me that it was okay to be sensitive but that this world wasn't kind to people like me.

Any harsh words – spoken or even read somewhere – made me cringe and caused physical pain.

I am difficult to love, and I know it. I never learned the unconditional part, so trust evades me. Add sex and I fall apart, eventually retreating back into the swamp. Very few people can put up with me, and I can't blame them. I am a constant contradiction. I annoy myself.

Fame stole my yellow. Yellow is the color you get when you're real and brutally honest. Yellow is with my kids[...]The bundle of bright yellow warming my core, formerly frozen and uninhabitable[...]They got yellow from me, and I felt yellow giving it to them and it was all good[...]So, why am I leaving my show? It took my yellow. I wanted it back. Without it I can't live. The gray kills me.

patient compromises? 'I was afraid. I was

how a people who had raised such mighty works, could have allowed themselves to be conquered by illiterate barbarians.

I've spilled all my secrets. How do you make people do it?" "I don't. People like to talk about what's hurting them. It takes the edge off the pain sometimes.

For answer, he threw off the covers, swung his legs over the edge of the high bed, reached for the floor with his bare feet, and stood up tottering. Then he fell forward onto his knees, his head swinging loose, slack as a killed buck.

Bess came out of her room. She had changed into a dress which had to be hooked up the back and I was elected to hook it up. Though she had a strokeable-looking back, my hands were careful not to wander. The easy ones were nearly always trouble: frigid or nympho. schizy or commercial or alcoholic, sometimes all five at once. Their nicely wrapped gifts of themselves often turned out to be homemade bombs, or fudge with arsenic in it.

I love walking in the rain because no one can see me crying

As private parts to the Gods are we, that they may play with us for their own pleasure.

There, I've said it, and I said it in front of all these strange and quite scary women and that guy, because I'm less frightened of them than I am of being alone with you and you turning me down.

I think it's true that you have to be brave to be happy,' Will says eventually. 'Because if you are happy, then you have to know that one day you might be sad too.

The risk of insult is the price of clarity.

Go after a man's weakness, and never, ever, threaten unless you're going to follow through, because if you don't, the next time you won't be taken seriously.