Quotes About Vulnerability

The only way you'll hurt my feelings is hurting my friends', because that's when you'll see the real me come from the shadows.

Boys are like toilet paper. You rip them off, use them to wipe your ass, and then flush them down the toilet.

She feels bruised by her reading and by life too. She wonders, does she always fight her books before yielding to them?

Unless you are here: this garden refuses to exist. Pink dragonflies fall from the air and become scorpions scratching blood out of rocks. The rainbows that dangle upon this mist: shatter. Like the smile of a child separated from his mother's milk for the very first time. --from poem Blood and Blossoms

I am trying to keep it all together -- not lashing out in anger, not bursting into tears, because what is anger, but pain masquerading as bravado?

Why should i care? Cause you werent there when i was scared. I was so alone.

And you fall, and you crawl, and you break, what you get, and you turn it into honesty and promise you're never going to find you're faking, no no no.

I always tell my kids that as soon as you have a secret, something about you that you are ashamed to have others find out, you have given other people the power to hurt you by exposing you.

But concealment leads to shame, and of all hurts shame is the most painful. Only if you name a problem, confront it head-on, drag it into the light, does it become surmountable. I always tell my kids that as soon as you have a secret, something about you that you are ashamed to have others find out, you have given other people the power to hurt you by exposing you.

These things bring you to reality as to how fragile you are; at the same moment you are doing something that nobody else is able to do. The same moment that you are seen as the best, the fastest and somebody that cannot be touched, you are enormously fragile.

If they wanted to know why she had tried to go, why were they asking about the "Islamic thoughts" in her head? Didn't they realize a naïve, broken-bird of a girl might follow a beloved brother to the very ends of the earth? Didn't they realize abused girls were easy prey for charismatic men with dubious intentions?

They prey on the most vulnerable, exactly at the moment when they're not educated enough to know better, but religious enough to feel the impulse," he said. "They ply them with YouTube sheikhs and fatwas and nasheeds, and six months later the guy finds himself in Syria, smoking weed, convinced it was the right thing to do.

She was one of those people who are irrevocably, incurably honest and therefore both inflexible and vulnerable at the same time.

Sen benim keyfimin kâhyas? m?s?n? Ä°ster aÄŸlar?m, ister gene aÄŸlar?m.

The reason that we feel jealous is that we feel abandoned. This is absurd, because I am a grown-up person capable of looking after myself. I cannot, literally, be abandoned.

Society attacks early, when the individual is helpless.

Why are you looking at me like that?" I'm counting your freckles. I've wanted to since I first laid eyes on you," he whispered, so close now that she could hardly breathe. She smiled to hide how nervous it made her. "I take it you have a lot of time to kill?

She angled her head to look up at him. Her blue eyes were huge in the moonlight. One tear still clung to her lash, looking like a shining jewel. He touched it with his fingertip and it dissolved, warm and wet into his skin. His gaze shifter to her bowshaped mouth. Her lips trembled, then parted. A soft mew of a sound escaped them. There was nothing to do but kiss her.

You know what I want?" Drey asked. "Name it." Hawk knew he would move heaven and earth if she asked him. She stood and started taking off her clothes. "I'm not sure where exactly this is headed, but I'm liking it," he said.

If there's one thing I've learned it's what a woman can do to a man's common sense.

Best be ready for the consequences when you go poking a porcupine with a stick, missy. Someone's bound to get hurt and it won't be the porcupine.

He locked gazes with her. "I have to wonder why you aren't being straight with me. I hate getting myself killed without knowing why.

Lillie woke to darkness an instant before a large warm hand clamped down over her mouth…

You don't have to treat me as if I'm made out of glass and might break," she said. "I'm a lot stronger than I look." "Is that right?" He looped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him right there in the street between their vehicles. Her full lips parted in surprise. Her sweet, warm breath commingled with his own. She let out a soft moan as he tasted her. Drawing her even closer, he deepened the kiss, demanding more.