Quotes About Vulnerability

I think every fear you ever have, every one -- thunder or spiders or roller coasters -- they're all fear of dying. Every last one.

The girl was huddled against the door on her side now, all folded in upon herself like an old woman, or like a child who'd fallen asleep on a long journey; she heard the sounds of him as if they were musical notes, each distinct and clear, and her shoulders moved slightly beneath her shirt, and her hands were jammed between her knees.

If you want help, you shouldn't act like a person who never needs any," my daughter muttered to me one night when I was angry, and for once I was at a loss for words because she had so completely nailed my modus operandi.

I Remember how we put in a security system to keep intruders out of the house, and how we only used it when we went on vacations. It didn't matter: OUr intruder had a place at our table, kew where we hid the Easter eggs and where we'd buried the pet guinea pigs, was so familiar that when I saw him in the bedroom doorway that last time I thought he was my own son, come to kill me.

The cold in her makes cold in me.

I hid my wounds because I was ashamed...but now I know that I was also afraid of being reduced..

I cannot get him to write or speak in real, solid earnest. I don't much mind it now, but if it be always so, what shall I do with the serious part of myself?

I would not send a poor girl into the world, unarmed against her foes, and ignorant of the snares that beset her path; nor would I watch and guard her, till, deprived of self-respect and self-reliance, she lost the power or the will to watch and guard herself.

To think I could be such a fool as to fall in love! It is quite beneath the dignity of a woman to do such a thing.

He knows he is my sun, but when he chooses to withhold his light, he would have my sky to be all darkness.

If she gives you her heart,' said I, 'you must take it thankfully, and use it well, and not pull it in pieces, and laugh in her face, because she cannot snatch it away.

When your child is in the hospital, suddenly somebody else is feeding them, somebody else is changing their pants, somebody else is deciding how and when they will be bathed. It takes all the autonomy of being a parent away, even for folks who have had a lot of medical experience. It would be that much harder if you were from another culture and didn't understand the purpose of all these things.

Crying can bring relief, as long as you don't cry alone.

I'm sentimental--I know. I'm desperate and silly--I know that too. Oh, help me!

I can't let them see my doubts, or the wounds they've inflicted on me.

Can you tell me why people go to such lengths to hide their real selves? Or why I always behave very differently when I'm in the company of others? Why do people have so little trust in one another? I know there must be a reason, but sometimes I think it's horrible that you can't ever confide in anyone, not even those closest to you.

No, I'm not afraid, except when it comes to things about myself, but I'm working on that.

It's easier to whisper your feelings than to trumpet them forth out loud

Why do we trust one another so little? I know there must be a reason, but still I sometimes think it's horrible that you find you can never really confide in people, even in those who are nearest to you.

No one is spared. The sick, the elderly, children, babies, and pregnant women - all marched to their death.

I can't help telling you that I've begin to feel deserted.

By nature he is more closed-up than I am, I agree, but I know - and from my own experience - that at some time or other even the most uncommunicative people long just as much, if not more, to find someone whom they can confide in.

I get frightened myself when I think of close friends who are now at the mercy of the cruellest monsters ever to stalk the earth.

Espero confiártelo todo como hasta ahora no he podido hacerlo con nadie; confío, también, en que tú serás para mí un gran sostén. Ana Frank 12 de junio de 1942