Quotes About Vulnerability

In J. H. Plumb's words, in Georgian society, 'without protection, the poor and the weak and the sick went under; the rich and the strong prospered'.

Femininity and sweetness are part of women's strength...Quiet strength need not be mistaken for useless vulnerability.

Dicen que dando lástima, se logra conseguir el amor. Si yo entre lágrimas te enseñara que sufro, que me dueles, algo, tal vez, podría. Pero quiero decírtelo: Yo no voy a llorar ni a lamentarme. Como nadie sabrá que me has querido, nadie sabrá que me dejaste.

Cuando quiero llorar, no lloro, y a veces lloro sin querer...

Jesus ordenou "amar o próximo". Porque é fácil amar o distante. O próximo é aquele que está no meu caminho, que tem o poder de me dizer não. Mais difícil que amar os doentes, que são carência pura, fraqueza pura, dependência pura, mendicância pura, é amar aqueles que estão ao meu lado e que são tão fortes quanto eu. Reverência pelos que estão ao meu lado.

a pessoa que está ali é mais que um corpo. É um ser humano. Está com medo. Medo da dor. Medo da morte, pois nunca se pode ter certeza. É preciso espantar o medo para que a vida não se encolha. Mas o medo só sai quando se confia.

Naquela noite eu chorava pela minha solidão, pelo abandono que me esperava, quando eu seria como o menino da mata ou o menino na rua vazia.

O menino abandonado não me abandonou. Entrou dentro de mim e mora comigo. Me faz sofrer. Me dá ternura. Sempre que vejo uma criança abandonada, eu sofro. Quereria poder protegê-la, cuidar dela. Eu me enterneço porque a criança abandonada que mora em mim está sofrendo.

Sometimes a man has to cry. Even if he is a man.

Don't turn away. Keep your gaze on the bandaged place. That's where the light enters you.

Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are.

You've been walking the ocean's edge, holding up your robes to keep them dry. You must dive naked under, and deeper under, a thousand times deeper!

Love comes with a knife, not some shy question, and not with fears for its reputation!

Don't put blankets over the drum! Open completely. Let your spirit ear listen to the green dome's passionate murmur.

Love's secret is always lifting its head out from under the covers — "Here I am!"

Gamble everything for love, if you're a true human being. If not, leave this gathering.

I feel bad for men in our culture. I think we do everyone a disservice by hiding our emotions.

Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate, Where that comes in that shall not go again.

She looked the way a rose petal looks when you crush it between finger and thumb.

Jed thought he understood. It was like when his radios were thrown away. You could shrug your shoulders, put on a face that said you didn't care, but you did and nothing could ever be secure again. The next time security appeared as a possibility, you smashed it yourself. And went on smashing it. That, he was sure, was how Creed felt.

His anger was still there, and he used it to break into her. He liked the way her eyes widened in alarm, as if he was forcing a lock, as if he was breaking and entering. It was the first time he'd ever slept with a woman and it felt like burglary.

Sometimes the weak will last for years, while the strong will suddenly collapse and die.

There is a great affinity between trees and men. We grow at much the same pace, if we are not hurt or starved or cut down. In our youth we are resplendent creatures, and in our declining years we stoop a little, we remember, we stretch our brittle limbs in the sun, and then, with a sigh, we shed our last leaves.

She had given her heart, even before she was conscious of possessing one, to a stranger unworthy of the gift.