Quotes About Vulnerability

Toda mujer que ama es una pobre inocente.

Nada nos acerca tanto a otros seres como el tener miedo juntos.

Pienso que es peligroso, para un adolescente muy sensible como yo era entonces, aprender a ver el amor a través de los sueños de las jovencitas, incluso cuando son puras y él crees serlo también

Un triunfo sólo sienta a los muertos. En vida, siempre hay alguien pronto a reprocharnos nuestras debilidades, como antaño reprochaban a César su calvicie y sus amores. Pero un muerto tiene derecho a esa especie de inauguración funeraria, a esas pocas horas de pompa ruidosa antes de los siglos y los milenios de olvido. La fortuna de un muerto está al abrigo de los reveses; hasta sus derrotas adquieren un esplendor de victoria.

It is difficult to remain an emperor in presence of a physician, and difficult even to keep one's essential quality as man.

Celui qui s'expose par ses propos n'est qu'un sot. (L'abîme)

il [Conrad] était de ces gens scrupuleux et délicats que le mépris atteint au cÅ"ur, et qui doutent de leurs prédilections les plus chères, dès qu'ils les voient tourner en ridicule par une maîtresse ou un ami. (p. 144)

It was only when the salt water of my tears ran into my cuts and made them sting that I discovered I was crying.

That's the thing with relationships, I understood: it doesn't mean we don't hurt one another; how can we help it sometimes, we're only human. But if you love someone, you get hurt and you manage to forgive. And be forgiven.

My friend Kathy is the only person who'll be halfway honest with me. 'Did you ever see a cowboy film, where someone has been caught by the Indians and tied between two wild stallions, each pulling in opposite directions?' she asked. I nodded mutely. 'That's a bit what giving birth is like.

But that's the point, Amy. It's easy to love someone when they're on their best behaviour — you can do that in your sleep. The real test is when they're — to use Neeve's expression — a pain in the hole. That's what love actually means.

Stop, would you? My confidence is in bits. I'm forty-four and feeling every second of it, and even if I wanted to, there's no way I'd reveal this elderly body to a new man. It'd be like Game of Thrones when Melisandra takes off her necklace and ages nine hundred years.

Look, she sighed. You might be a lovely lad, in fairness you look like a lovely lad, but I can't take the chance. My kids wouldn't even be able to remember what I was wearing to tell the police. And all the recent photographs of me are bad, very jowly. I couldn't have them stuck to the lamp posts around the city. On your way, son. (Woman to Matt, when he tried to give her a lift.)

This is...life, where hearts get kicked and bruised and broken, but somehow they still keep beating.

Falling in love leaves you open, relationships mean pain.

If there had been a cost for calling an ambulance, I wouldn't have done it. I couldn't have afforded it. I would have let myself die.

ends up sleeping in your bed.

When we were children, we used to think that when we were grown-up we would no longer be vulnerable. But to grow up is to accept vulnerability…To be alive is to be vulnerable' Madeleine L'Engle

I can cope with anything except being lied to. "Protected from the truth" is the worst thing you could do to me. Even if you know you're going to hurt me, I'd prefer the facts.' 'Okay. But –

I've been heartbroken before. I really don't know if I have the energy for it again.

You try to disaster-proof your life. But the thing that causes all the trouble is something you'd never even thought about.

I won't show weakness here, but, damn it, tears don't mean I'm frail and pathetic, only that I'm unhappy.

Maybe there are moments between any two adults in love when the age of one of them dissolves before the other's eyes, when the first refuge of the soul at its creation is laid bare and skinless as a sunbeam through a window. Innocence and vulnerability, two unmeasurable quantities...Perhaps that is the essence of the protection's intimacy, that it dwells in camouflage and justifies itself in stillness.

To love is to accept that one might die another death before one dies one's own.