Quotes About Vulnerability

I hauled my heart out of my pants with both hands and followed it through the breached hull, and into the night.

I kept waiting for her to reach out, to ask, to flirt. To get back to her gaslighting games, to get whatever she wanted from me.

The best she could do: waelcyrge did not die unless until they grew tarnished.

An interrogation was a relationship, and relationships were based on developing trust.

Pinion folded around her, cushioned her fall, so the impacts of shattering branches that would have also shattered her bones only knocked the wind out of her.

He leans over Cathoair, his felted woolen cloak falling forward to enfold them both. Bending down, he breathes across the other's face, hand still heavy on the place where Cathoair's neck runs into his shoulder. Cathoair trembles, but raises his face to the wolf's, eyes coldly defiant and full of savage light. The wolf sees also the way Cathoair's lips half-part at the taste of Mingan's breath, and the fury that follows weakness.

We're looking for a mortal man to seduce and betray. Your speciality.

Muire really needed to stop taking in candle-flicker strays. She tried, Light knew: she held herself aloof, didn't place calls, avoided social engagements. Sh didn't take lovers. She didn't need friends. She especially didn't need friends who would inevitably break her heart with their fragility, their evanescence, the shadow-quick passing of their mortal lives.

Maybe faith is a thing your decide to have, even knowing that it's not safe. Even knowing you could lose it, you could be betrayed at any time.

Kit reached up and over, felt down the spring plane of his shoulder blade. His left arm with its old injury wouldn't flex so far; he reached with the right. Blood-gorged flesh heated his fingertips. He could feel, almost, the outline of each tooth, the roughness of a seeking tongue. Right where someone might bite a lover take from behind- Right where a wing would take root, if he had wings.

Seeker thought if she laid a hand on the other's cheek, she could cut her palm to the bone.

The quaver in his voice was less showmanship than he would have wanted it to be.

Because I don't trust myself to make those decisions was not the sort of vulnerability you revealed to an enemy.

Perceval had never been kissed before. Oh, yes, she'd kissed Rien, but that was not such a kiss as this. This was soft and melting, Mallory's bony and elegant hand pressed to her cheek and a slick tongue lightly flicking her closed mouth. And Perceval had no idea how to react.

It must be awkward wearing one's whole interior life on display, for anyone to read.

Muire closed her eyes and spoke around a heart's denial.

The sea broke over her bulk and foamed around his bare feet, drawing the sand from under his soles as if sucked by mouths.

I hadn't realized how much I'd been needing to meet someone I might be able to say everything to.

What the Man-Moth fears most he must do, although he fails, of course, and falls back scared but quite unhurt.

And if we Severinos are all the same in life, we die the same death, the same Severino death. The death of those who die of old age before thirty, of an ambuscade before twenty, of hunger a little daily.

Senescent cells can leak proinflammatory substances that make you vulnerable to more pain, more chronic illness. Eventually, many senescent cells will undergo a preprogrammed death. The

Most saw those walls as protection from danger, but I had recognized, somewhere deep in my soul, that not all threats came from without.

Who is ever adequate? We all create situations each other can't live up to, then break our hearts at them because they don't.

Never to lie is to have no lock on your door, you are never wholly alone.