Quotes About Vulnerability

It hurts so terribly to cry, but not so much as not being able to cry.

Strong people don't like witnesses to their weakness.

Unlike my mother, my father does not cry quietly. His wails roll out like a wave of pain, and I scramble to roll up my window. My mother cannot hear that. I cannot bear to hear it myself. I am not used to my father's crying. I've had no time to harden my heart against him.

It's like I'd been walking a tightrope with a big safety net underneath me, but I never really thought about the net until someone took it away. And then every single step scared me to death.

The ones we love most are those we trust least.

Does it hurt?' asked the Rabbit. 'Sometimes,' said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. 'When you are Real you don't mind being hurt.

You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand...

It doesn't happen all at once, said the Skin Horse. You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand.

You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand.

He said, You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand. -The Velveteen Rabbit

When you are Real you don't mind being hurt

Oh, I'd like to show you my gratitude, show you how ugly I am, how impossible it is to love me. I'd like to offer you that.

She is naked beneath her dark hair; naked, naked, dark hair.

he's a man who must make love a lot, a man who's afraid, he must make love a lot to fight against fear.

Kisses on the body bring tears.

I tell him I like the idea of his having many women, the idea of my being one of them, indistinguishable. We look at each other. He understands what I've just said. Our expressions are suddenly changed, false, caught in evil and death.

Llorar, es necesario que eso también suceda.

NgÆ°Æ¡Ì€i ta cô Ä'Æ¡n Ä'?n tâÌ£n trong n?i cô Ä'Æ¡n c?a chính miÌ€nh. Luôn không th? t??ng tÆ°Æ¡Ì£ng Ä'Æ°Æ¡Ì£c. Luôn nguy hi?m. Vâng. Cái giá ph?i tr? viÌ€ Ä'ã dám Ä'i ra ngoaÌ€i vaÌ€ kêu lên.

he's a man who must make love a lot, a man who's afraid, he must make love a lot to fight against the fear.

Ng??i ta cô Ä'Æ¡n ??n t?n trong ná»—i cô Ä'Æ¡n c?a chính mình. Luôn không th? t??ng t??ng ???c. Luôn nguy hi?m. Vâng. Cái giá ph?i tr? vì Ä'ã dám Ä'i ra ngoài và kêu lên.

I prefer your face as it is now. Ravaged.

Kisses on the body bring tears. Almost like a consolation. At home I don't cry. But that day in that room, tears console both for the past and for the future. I tell him one day I'll leave my mother, one day even for my mother I'll have no love left. I weep. He lays his head on me and weeps to see me weep.

Her eyes are closed, but she is very far from being asleep. Even the shape of her face is altered, different. Her features are shrunken, aged. She has suddenly become what she, as she is, would be if she were ugly.

They have no shame, no honor, no fear for what is to come. They are secure, says Love. Their doors are open. No one can harm them.