Quotes About Vulnerability

This leads to a pattern in which the child cries out and either gets nothing or gets an insufficient or intermittent response. Then the child becomes exhausted and collapses, either from depleted energy or giving up to conserve a sliver of energy (Lowen, 1971). It is often at this point--collapse--that the caregiver eventually takes care of the child. This "teaches" the child that he or she has no effect on the world and that nurturance comes when they are collapsed.

problems around sleeping, fatigue, boredom, killing time, storage, health, sex, along with harassment and dozens of unpredictable difficulties encountered on the street -- were some of the 'little murders of everyday life' that confronted homeless women.

Like you, I know people who drink, people who do drugs, and bosses who have tantrums and treat their subordinates like dirt. They all have good jobs. Were they to become homeless, some of them would surely also become 'alcoholics,' 'addicts,' or 'mentally ill.

For most homeless women, then, jobs by themselves were not a way out of homelessness, even if one discounted the large number of women who were too old, too sick, or otherwise too disabled to work.

What is it about men that make women so lonely?

You would love the way he sees you. He uses you as a weapon against himself and not merely because you did

For me, trust is the first casualty of secrecy… integrity is probably the next.

Abrieron la puerta y se recibieron a besos: besos que erizaban los párpados, la piel, el vello púbico, que ocultaban los compromisos, los sueños, que despojaban de la ropa, el futuro, la inteligencia.

Give me one last time," he begged. "Please, please. I beg you." "I—" She stopped and started again. "I'm afraid, Gabriel. You'll break my heart." "Mine is already broken.

He said it aloud, because there was no reason to be silent. "I am - undone. She has undone me." And his hand closed around the glass slipper.

Gabriel actually laughed. "Luckily for Philippa, she's beautiful enought that another man will come along who has the balls to accept what she's offering.

When you fall in love, your heart will pound so much you won't be able to throw a mouse let alone a cow pat. I don't think I could throw a mouse now. I dislike the idea of scrabbling little feet in my palm, unless they are yours, of course.

For a moment he saw everything in her eyes: a love that would last their entire lives, a vulnerability that would never go away, and, where he was concerned, a deep selflessness that made her the most wonderful, funny, intelligent woman he knew.

She double knotted the cord of her dressing gown. "I want to marry someone who will defend me from criticism. Who won't be ashamed of me.

nights?" Something unraveled in her heart, destroying the last of her defenses, the final shard of sanity she possessed. "Yes! It is, it is.

Didn't it say it all that Griffin couldn't make it to his own bloody front door without a cane? For all his was mahogany topped with a dull ruby, and hid in its innards a vicious blade, in the end it was an old man's stick.

To sum it up, your father is morally corrupt and worthless. ..If you'd like an elaborated version: He is a rotter who wishes to be king, I also think he's annoyed by the fact that he's turned out to be a member of the human race and thereby vulnerable to death. Lady Joan Wilde

She had never before understood that loneliness doesn't come from nowhere. It follows moments in which one's own poverty was exposed. Not lack of money, but lack of love.

His eyes gleamed hungry, even desperate. "I want you," he murmured. "Exactly as you are, every curve, every freckle—everything.

I'm making you look a little less perfect. Men are terrified by perfection.

laugh at yourself first, before anyone else can

Don't shoot me, I'm just the piano player!

You think you're being difficult, my little sausage? Have I ever told you about the time I drank eight vodka martinis, took all my clothes off in front of a film crew and then broke my manager's nose?

One song, 'All The Nasties', was about me, wondering aloud what would happen if I came out publicly: 'If it came to pass that they should ask – what would I tell them? Would they criticize behind my back? Maybe I should let them'. Not a single person seemed to notice what I was singing about.