Quotes About Vulnerability

Sometimes hiding behind masculinity with your homies can get in the way of having a real dialogue.

I guess there are all these women with a big secret - they're hiding men they are ashamed of. They come up to me and say: 'I've been dating this guy for six months in secret but none of my friends know. I can't give him up even though he's embarrassing.'

When you're not hiding anything, it's just very easy to be yourself - shockingly.

I think where people get into trouble is hiding and feeling ashamed about what they don't have any control over in the first place.

I'm bad at hiding my emotions.

There's no hiding place for someone of my size.

I'm not the best at hiding my emotions.

If I feel sad, I let myself be that. Why should I keep hiding it, lying about it and saying, 'I'll be positive.'

In late elementary school, early high school, I started losing my hair in chunks in the shower. It was one of the scariest things. It got to the point where it was visibly gone.

He that communicates his secret to another makes himself that other's slave.

If your character doesn't express himself or doesn't feel confident expressing himself, then you don't express yourself.

It was foolish indeed - thus to run farther and farther from all who could help her, as if she had been seeking a fit spot for the goblin creature to eat her in at his leisure; but that is the way fear serves us: it always sides with the thing we are afraid of.

Never, my little one, hide anything from those that love you. Never let anything that makes itself a nest in your heart, grow into a secret, for then at once it will begin to eat a hole in it.

Until a man has love, it is well he should have fear. So long as there are wild beasts about, it is better to be afraid than secure.

It was not, she said, confessing to her husband her sleeplessness, that she was afraid. She was only keepin' them company, an' haudin' the yett open, she said. The latter phrase was her picture-periphrase for praying. She never said she prayed; she held the gate open.

Hence there dwelt in her eyes an appeal which few hearts could resist. When they met another's they seemed to say: 'I am nobody; but you need not kill me ; I am not pretending to be anybody. I will try to do what you want, but I am not clever. Only I am sorry for it. Be gentle with me.

it wasn't that I'd grown any braver as I got older - the reverse if anything

Autobiography is only to be trusted when it reveals something disgraceful. A man who gives a good account of himself is probably lying, since any life when viewed from the inside is simply a series of defeats.

They fear love because it creates a world they can't control.

You always, I notice, feel the same when you are under heavy fire - not so much afraid of being hit as afraid because you don't know where you will be hit. You are wondering all the while just where the bullet will nip you, and it gives your whole body a most unpleasant sensitiveness.

They could lay bare in the utmost detail everything that you had done or said or thought; but the inner heart, whose workings were mysterious even to yourself, remained impregnable.

Like the crocodile, he strikes always at the weakest spot.

They can't get inside you,' she had said. But they could get inside you.

Do it to Julia.