Quotes About Vulnerability

A man in my position can't afford to be made to look ridiculous!

His wife killed him. Too simple. His childhood, his mother, his father, his siblings? Even if the scars of childhood heal, you never grow out of being vulnerable. Age is no shield against trauma.

The trick is that since he does not fear death and indeed looks for it, then the trick is to make yourself the only person in the world that he truly desires not to kill him. He has only that one fear, not of death, but that you may be the one to kill him. He is yours then." It

Scrivere un romanzo è una cerimonia che somiglia allo streap-tease. Come la ragazza che, sotto impudichi riflettori, si libera dei propri indumenti e mostra, a uno a uno, i suoi incanti segreti, così anche il romanziere mette a nudo la propria intimità in pubblico attraverso i suoi romanzi.

Pueden ustedes reírse de mí, cuando les dé la espalda.

el primer día que pudo ponerse de pie a los pocos pasos se desplomó al suelo, exhausto, en un estado de debilidad que no recordaba haber sentido antes.

I know what a man feels close to the woman he loves, but he's affraid to do anything

Ik weet niet waarom ik mijn hart bij hen heb uitgestort. Misschien omdat ik er, net als iedereen, zo nu en dan behoefte aan heb dingen die me bang of blij maken met iemand te delen.

What if after all these years you discover that behind your determined, disciplined mind, impervious to discouragement, behind the fortress admired and envied by others, you have a tender, timid, wounded, sentimental heart?

Faceva sempre in modo di farmi sapere, o meglio, indovinare, che c'erano uno o più segreti nella sua vita di tutti i giorni, una dimensione della sua esistenza cui io non avevo accesso e dalla quale poteva scatenarsi in qualsiasi momento un terremoto che avrebbe mandato all'aria la nostra convivenza.

Se besaron con avidez y desesperación, primero en los labios y, luego, abriendo las bocas, confundiendo sus lenguas, intercambiando sus salivas, mientras las manos de cada una le quitaban —le arranchaban— a la otra el camisón hasta quedar desnudas y enredadas; giraban

The most damnable thing had happened," he said suddenly in his light husky voice without looking at her. "I have fallen in love with you and I don't know what to do about it.

In certain situations, you can't worry about how people will react. You just have to be as honest as you can and let what happens afterward happen.

For every man there exists bait he cannot resist swallowing.

It felt as if we'd been to war together. Deep in a jungle, alone, I had relied on them, these strangers. They'd held me up in ways only people could. When it was over, an ending never felt like an ending, only an exhausted draw, we went our separate ways. Be we were bonded forever by the history of it, the simple fact they'd seen the raw side of me and me of them, a side no one, not even closest friends or family had ever seen before, or probably ever would.

suddenly I was a kid in the hall standing outside my locker about to head to Math. But that was how it went sometimes, the English language, when you really needed it, crumbled to clay in your mouth. That's when all the real things were said.

Sometimes people can surprise the hell outta you. Sometimes they can tear your heart out and turn it to putty, can't they?

It's one of the biggest scandals of life, to learn that the cruelest thing someone could say to you was you were a terrible kisser.

You think you know everything. But you don't. Life and people are right in front of you and you act superior and make jokes but it's just a cover for the fact that you're scared.

It was as if Hannah had sprung a leak and her character, usually so meticulous and contained, was spilling all over the place.

I could hear his breathing, every breath he borrowed from the world then set free.

That was women for you -- always morphing. One minute they were helpless, needing shelter and English muffins, the next they were ruthlessly bending you to their will like you were a piece of sheet metal.

I closed my eyes, letting my fear wash over me. I had to bathe in it, accept it, drink it down, let it cover me like sludge, so it became nothing so extraordinary, nothing so fearsome—and I could think.

I also remembered that love and commitment can flourish without a wedding ring. Neither a ceremony nor sharing the key to the same house is a guarantee of readiness to give of oneself and to be fully open to another, which is what the bonds of real love entail. Quiet as it's kept, love is not easily defined, quickly mastered, or nonchalantly tossed aside.