Quotes About Vulnerability

La verità è che molte donne sono deboli, mortali o immortali che siano. Ma quando sono forti, sono assolutamente imprevedibili

Cowards can be more dangerous than brave men, Julie," he said.

Probablemente. Quizá lo que trato de decirte es que si vamos a estar juntos durante mucho tiempo, deberás acostumbrarte a mí. Tendrás que habituarte a la evasión. Así es como yo soy.

I pray that my stories will keep you from destroying me.

I was careless, I was all too softened by human emotion. I was too greedy for love.

I could betray her utterly were she to allow. Or I might only take from her some mercy, and leave her finally with a mystery which she would never understand.

like to cry alone. It felt so marvelously good, to cry and cry, totally removed from any hint of censure! No one to tell you yes or no, no one to beg for forgiveness, no one to intervene.

El cabello me caía sobre los hombros desnudos como un manto protector. Tenía los pezones duros, y me pregunté si ese extraño, ese conocedor de los entresijos del mundo sexual secreto, había notado que mi entrepierna estaba húmeda.

As she moved back from the vampire, I saw the tears standing in her eyes like glass in the flicker of the lights, and I felt my spirit contract in fear for her, and in longing. Her beauty was heartbreaking.

To write something, you have to risk making a fool of yourself.

She had grown still and was staring at me yet, her eyes full of the fire of the torch, her lower lip trembling, and a sigh coming out of her as though she was about to cry again.

My loneliness seemed as great as my age and it frightened me.

His sweet delectable human scent was strong and suddenly I saw him divorced from all I knew him. I saw him as prey.

Yes, go out. Talk to her. This is the closest you'll get to that moment; this is your chance. And how delicious to be so physically drawn to her, so laid bare by her presence. It was as if an invisible hand was unzipping his pants.

I wanted to feel morally safe, which I would never feel again.

There is no weakness in grief. There is no weakness in love.

I believe nobody was ever so used by a friend as I have been by her ever since coming to the Crown.

He barely hesitated. Then shall I ruin you, dragon? Yes please, she said. And she let the brown dress drop on the floor between them, closing her eyes once more.

He would die at her hands. He knew it, with sudden lightening clarity. The man he had struggled so hard to become, the all-powerful, all-knowing Simon of Navarre, would be destroyed by a woman's heart.

He turned back, and there was an odd light in his eyes. "Did I ever tell you that I can't live without you?" he said. "No," she said. "You can tell me about it when we survive." She could barely breathe, death was eating its way toward her, and she wanted to laugh out loud with the joy of it.

You've been pinning for him these last three years, God knows why. Admittedly he's gorgeous, but you're hardly the type to be overset by simple beauty. Why? Because he has sad eyes, she could have said. Because he tries so very hard to be bad, to be mean, to be cruel, and all you have to do is look past the studied ennui to see a hurt little boy trying to emerge. And yes, because he's bloody gorgeous.

He kissed the salty tears from her cheeks, her jaw, her neck. And then he kissed her mouth, slowly at first, tasting her pain and despair. Tasting her desire. He didn't know whether he turned her in his arms, or whether she shifted herself. He only knew she was astride him, facing him, her long legs wrapped around his hips, and the kissing had gone long past comfort.

He slid his hands under her butt and she could feel him pressing against her, hot and hard and sleek. And then he thrust inside, deep, fast, burying himself inside her, breaking past whatever trace of innocence she still had remaining.

He couldn't have known. The moonlight wasn't enough to illuminate the room, and the tears that spilled silently down her cheeks didn't touch him. But suddenly the kiss softened, the hands gentled on her, the lips coaxed and teased and healed. And without any more thought she was kissing him back, reaching for him with her mouth while her hands were held back, seeking him out with her tongue, calling him to her in the only way she could.