Quotes About Vulnerability

People don't keep journals for themselves. They keep them for other people, like a secret they don't want to tell but they want everyone to know.

People don't necessarily confide in one another to get something off their chest. They want something: reassurance, which is a hard gift to give convincingly.

Beneath the makeup and behind the smile I am just a girl who wishes for the world.

It is an amazing thing to watch people laugh, the way it sort of takes them over. Sometimes they really do struggle with it . . . so I wonder what it is and where it comes from, and I wonder what it expends out of your system, so that you have to do it till you're done, like crying in a way, I suppose, except that laughter is much more easily spent.

I would advise you against defensiveness on priciple. it precludes the best eventualities along with the worst. At the most basic level it expresses a lack of faith.

What an embarrassment that was, being somewhere because there was nowhere else for you to be.

If you think about a human face, it can be something you don't want to look at,so sad or so hard or so kind. It can be something you want to hide, because it pretty well shows where you've been and what you can expect. And anybody at all can see it, but you can''t. It just floats out there in front of you. It might as well be your soul, for all you can do to protect it.

How I wish you could have known me in my strength.

When the lord says you must 'become as one of these little ones,' I take Him to mean you must be stripped of all the accretions of smugness and pretence and triviality.

That's one good thing about the way life is, that no one can know you if you don't let them.

She wept easily. This did not mean that she felt things more deeply than others did. It certainly did not mean that she was fragile or sentimental or ready to bring that sodden leverage to bear on the slights that came with being the baby of the family.

Material things are so vulnerable to the humiliations of decay. There are some I dearly wish might be spared.

She was an old woman, but she managed to look like a young woman with a ravaging disease.

It is one of the best traits of good people that they love where they pity. And this is truer of women than of men. So they get themselves drawn into situations that are harmful to them. I have seen this happen many, many times. I have always had trouble finding a way to caution against it. Since it is, in a word, Christlike

And everything is vulnerable to harm, one way or another. Everybody is vulnerable. It's kind of horrible when you think about it. All that breakage, without so much as an intention behind it half the time. All that tantalizing fragility.

If you think about a human face, it can be something you don't want to look at, so sad or so hard or so kind. It can be something you want to hide, because it pretty well shows where you've been and what you can expect. And anybody at all can see it, but you can't. It just floats there in front of you. It might as well be your soul, for all you can do to protect it.

things are so vulnerable to the humiliations of decay.

She kept saying, My husband will be back soon. He went for help. He'll be back. But that's the kind of lie people tell sometimes when they got only strangers to rely on. There's shame in that, so people lie.

In destitution, even of feeling or purpose, a human being is more hauntingly human and vulnerable to kindnesses because there is the sense that things should be otherwise, and then the thought of what is wanting and what alleviation would be, and how the soul could be put at ease, restored. At home. But the soul finds its own home if it ever has a home at all.

often enough, when we think we are protecting ourselves, we are struggling against our rescuer.

Any human face is a claim on you, because you can't help but understand the singularity of it, the courage and loneliness of it.

But the child just lay against her, hoping to stay where she was, hoping the rain wouldn't end. Doll may have been the loneliest woman in the world, and she was the loneliest child, and there they were, the two of them together, keeping each other warm in the rain

La peur vient de vos parents et d'autres membres de votre entourage. Ce sont eux qui la construisent en vous. On est tellement innocent au début; on ne sait pas

If anything in this life is certain...if history has taught us anything, it's that you cn kill anyone.