Quotes About Vulnerability

So," I asked again, "if mistakes provide the best opportunity for discovery and evolution, why do we go around trying to look so sure of ourselves all the time?" I invited the crowd of left-brain thinkers to put

I have come to trust the power of a few well-chosen words to reveal to the world something I cannot say, or don't want to say, or didn't even know I needed to say until I saw it spelled out in front of me in the prophetic hand of the poet.

Face your embarrassment at being human, and you'll uncover a deep well of passion and compassion. It's a great power, your Open Secret. When your heart is undefended, you make it safe for whomever you meet to put down his burden of hiding, and then you both can walk through the open door.

People who are placed on a pedestal are expected to pose, perfectly. Then they get knocked off when they fuck it up. I regularly fuck it up. Consider me already knocked off. —Roxane Gay

In their most broken moments they were brought to their knees; they were humbled; they were opened.

For the warrior," says Trungpa, "the experience of sad and tender heart is what gives birth to fearlessness.

fearlessness is the product of tenderness.

He went on to tell me that before the workshop he hadn't cried for years, even when his father died, even when his wife told him she was leaving. "I am so glad to finally feel something." He sighed, touching his heart. "Even if I have to cry every day for a couple of years, it's better than having a frozen heart." Ever

But there was something out of control about him, something that scared me. At that point in my young life, I was looking for an anchor.

And he was telling me that behind everyone's learned behaviors and odd eccentricities lurks a soul, ready to make contact if only coaxed out through a crack in the ego. Would that it take something less than fierce grace to break us open.

Discovering fearlessness comes from working with the softness of the human heart. I

You may hold my tears and live as you did before, trusting your soul to no one. Or you may release my tears and accept what comes.

how did she, Ellen Chesser, ever come to such a state of need that a person outside herself, some other being, not herself, some person free to go and come and risk accidents far from herself, should hold the very key to her life and breath in his hand?

A gentleman can hardly continue to sit,' he explained, in his serenest and most level voice, 'when he asks a very remarkable young lady to do him the honor of marrying him. And - 'he somehow contrived to grin at me wickedly, 'I usually get what I want, Miss Grahame,' he added, and pitched over in a tangled heap on the floor.

Movie kisses looked like they'd hurt. She couldn't get enough of them. They made her feel alive - not in any expansive way, but assessed, her pulse taken, a rubber mallet to the knee that made her kick.

She counted on herself to withstand everything. And yet, who said she had to? What would happen if she broke down now and then?

Who cares if she called you?" Veblen cried out. There was a time when abreacting to her mother was out of the question, untenable. The slightest ripple between them terrified her. She was aware that her mother had trained her to turn herself inside out, like a pocket to be inspected for pilfered change.

Was this the stuff married life would be made of, two people making way for the confounding spectacle of the other, bewildered and slightly afraid?

Cuando mi piel recuperó un tono uniforme, dormí con otro hombre y descubrí, al ver mis manos torpemente tiradas en la sábana a ambos lados de mi cuerpo, que había olvidado qué hacer con ellas.

When my skin had gone back to its even tone I slept with another man and discovered, my hands lying awkwardly on the sheet at either side of me, that I had forgotten what to do with them. I'm responsible and an adult again, full time. What remains is that my sensation thermostat has been thrown out of whack; it's been years and sometimes I wonder whether my body will ever again register above lukewarm.

Sometimes my capacity for smallness is surprising, even to myself.

Przed chwil? jeszcze ubrana, a teraz naga, jakby to by?a najbardziej naturalna rzecz na ?wiecie.

He shouldn't want to see her, but he did. He shouldn't want to know how she felt, how she tasted, but he did. He shouldn't want to know what food she liked or what she thought about when she was alone. He shouldn't want to know what her favorite music was or what she did when she wasn't modeling, if she did anything at all, but he did. He wanted to know everything there was to know about Razel D'Punz; the real Razel. No makeup. No costumes. No lights or camera.

The desire to run so far that he wouldn't be able to catch up played through me, but in my gut, I knew he would. And somehow, it filled me with an odd sense of safety, knowing that, no matter how far I ran, he would always be able to catch me, and I would always want him to.