Quotes About Vulnerability

But Miss Pym gave an impression, somehow, of having been attacked from within .

You and I are enough to break anyone's heart—how can we not break our own?

Everything ungirt, artless, ardent, urgent about Louie was to the fore: all over herself she gave the impression of twisted stockings.

There was some nerve in his feeling he did not want touched: he protected it without knowing where it was.

Better to be rooted out hurt, bleeding, alive, like the daisies from the turf, than blow faintly away across the lawn like a straw.

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.

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

he felt her knocking through him like another heart outside his own ribs.

As he turned around, he discovered Miss Tempest, her back to him, caught in a tangle of rose canes. A rose trapped by thorns. If the front of Miss Tempest was enticing, her backside was even more so. It showed a decidedly feminine figure, with curves and soft angles that could tease a man into believing the lady was just as pliable. And any man who thought that, Pierson reminded himself, would be a fool.

She cried and he held her and he cried too. He didn't think that either could say what they were crying about, but it was something they needed to do, right now, together, and then, quite suddenly, they were laughing, hard, brash laughter that came up from someplace deep.

having something that meant everything was a double-edged sword. It meant you had so much more to lose. ***

There were some parts of himself that he would probably never find because he dared not go looking for them in the shadows where she had cast them.

My lady, you must bend before you shatter and destroy everyone else into the bargain," she said. "What do you know?" Mellette snapped. "That our lives would be easier if you could find it within you to show some gentleness toward the living—no matter our unworthiness.

Your enemies have neither the proof nor the backbone to stand against you, but say something often enough in vulnerable ears and incredulity turns to belief.

It alters you irrevocably when you reach 30 years old and see a rip in the fabric of your dreams for every one of those years. Suddenly you're threadbare to the world.

there is love at first sight - so the troubadours say - and there is the love that you take on piece by piece - like armouring yourself . . .' A thoughtful look crossed his face. 'Or perhaps like removing your armour. How many people would you allow within the space between your heart and your shield

I leaned back against him and rested my cheek on his shoulder. I could feel the river water dripping off of him. "Thank you" I whispered. When I looked up, I saw he was crying.

Cuanto más amas, más te lastima. Lo que es peor, lo lastimas a él así como a ti misma.

Experience had taught me not to get close to guys who fell in love with Liza. I had been burned twice and I knew I couldn't compete. It didn't matter that I could no longer give a guy access to my sister; if Mike knew who I was, I'd be access to romantic memories of her. He'd start looking for traits and signs of her in me. And I wasn't setting myself up for that kind of heartache.

Megan, I love you,. I will always love you." I swallowed hard. "Scared?" He asked. "Yeah. How about you?" "Even more than the first time," He said. "I know what it feels like to lose you." Then he bent his head and kissed me.

Ivy bent down to look at the screen. "No! Yes! No! Yes!" she read, then laughed a little sadly. "It sounds like me when I first met Tristan." "It's Tristan," Beth typed quickly. Ivy stopped smiling. Tristan pressed on, and Beth typed as fast as he thought: "Be careful, Ivy. It's dangerous, Ivy. Don't stay alone. Love you. Tristan.

So I say, if you are burning, burn. If you can stand it, the shame will burn away and leave you shining, radiant, and righteously shameless

I was grateful for the darkness that hid our faces at least, but nothing can hide the voice. It is always naked.

If you are burning, burn. If you can stand it, the shame will burn away and leave you shining, radiant, and righteously shameless.