Quotes About Vulnerability

Perhaps—the insight came suddenly—perhaps love existed in its truest, deepest form when one partner saw into the soul of the other and never shrank from what was discovered there.

En un lugar lleno de temores, buscamos al hombre que no tiene ninguno.

Lo que no comprendieron al comienzo es que tenían un nexo común que iba más allá de su sorprendente pelo rojizo. Cada una de ellas, a su manera, era vulnerable.

Tememos que nos maten. Pero es mucho peor que nos destruyan.»

Era una de esas personas a las que te gustaría ayudar pero no puedes. Su empeño era encontrar a alguien que cuidara de ella, pero siempre encontraba a la persona equivocada. Sin excepción.

Tememos que nos maten. Pero es mucho peor que nos destruyan.

Daba igual la cantidad de cerrojos que tuviera en la puerta, no impedirían la entrada a mis peores miedos.

Life is but a day: A fragile dewdrop on its perilious way From a tree's summit

I never thought of asking anyone to do it for me. Somethings wrong with me. In a time of trouble should people not be able to ask help without feeling demeaned?

It proved what the Vicar said, that there really was a devil lurking in the shadows in the dark recesses of the human mind, a monster preying on the defenceless, the old and the young, small boys and old ladies, the raving lunatics turned onto the streets for some care in the community. It really was shocking, as though the world was going mad, people turning in on themselves and falling prey to wicked thoughts.

Sarcasm... the protest of those who are weak.

All of them, all except Phineas, constructed at infinite cost to themselves these Maginot Lines against this enemy they thought they saw across the frontier, this enemy who never attacked that way—if he ever attacked at all; if he was indeed the enemy.

fitching v. intr. compulsively turning away from works of art you find frustratingly, nauseatingly good-wanting to shut off the film and leave the theater, or devour a book in maddening little chunks, because it resonates at precisely the right frequency to rattle you to your core, which makes it mildly uncomfortable to be yourself.

zielschmerz n. the dread of finally pursuing a lifelong dream, which requires you to put your true abilities out there to be tested on the open savannah, no longer protected inside the terrarium of hopes and delusions that you started up in kindergarten and kept sealed as long as you could.

My definition of a decent society is one that first of all takes care of its losers, and protects its weak.

The Beck seemed to feel that if she let her guard down for an instant, she would die. Kidnappers lurked in every public bathroom, you got cancer if you caught a whiff of secondhand tobacco smoke, bombs and handguns proliferated in high schools everywhere, you caught AIDS if you even kissed you boyfriend. God forbid you got a sunburn of forgot to fasten your seat belt.

This is to think that men are so foolish that they take care to avoid what mischiefs can be done them by polecats and foxes, but are content, nay, think it safety, to be devoured by lions.

Children don't have hearts yet, not really. They haven't been hurt into the need for one.

I do get depressed when I think how people are going to see my pictures. If they're going to be unkind... Selling a picture is like sending a blind child into a room full of razor blades. It's going to get hurt and it's never been hurt before, it doesn't know what hurt is.?

Was it the day you realized your parents aren't perfect? When you got your first long trousers? Going to school? Saying hello? Saying goodbye? Your heart opens? It breaks? It heals? It breaks again? Which is it?

Pugilism is the silliest of all combat arts. It consists of taking the human hand, with its multitude of tiny, frangible bones, and smashing it against the human skull, a most unyielding target.

I didn't confess how wrecked I was. Let them keep thinking I was Superwoman if they wanted. I knew the truth.

We'll never feel safe again, and so it's bye-bye innocence. It's been nice knowing you, but you're gone now.

Laughter's meant to be loving, wrapping itself around you like a hug, but when it's aimed at me, it seems cruel.