Quotes About Vulnerability

At the core of each lay suffering; our eventual end; the many loses we must experience on the way to that end. We must try to see one another in this way. As suffering limited beings- Perennially outmatched by circumstance, inadequately endowed with compensatory graces.

At the end of my life, I know I won't be wishing I'd held more back, been less effusive, more often stood on ceremony, forgiven less, spent more days oblivious to the secret wishes and fears of the people around me.

Sweetie, no one is coming. To see how good we have done/are doing. It is just us. Forever. Until a flood gets us or the air or food stops coming. What a joke, the way we live. The worry, the suspicion, the stress, the meanness. I keep dreaming that these dead are telling me what they would do if they could come back. What nobody has said so far: Rat out more folks and kick harder when asked.

She came to him now, stumbling a bit on a swell in the floor of this stranger's house.

It was always falling down around you, everything has always been falling down around us. Only we were too alive to notice.

Every minit with no kikking and stomping now seems like not a real minit. Do you get what I mean? It is like some frend who preveusly was nise suden lee says some crool thing and does this nip on your flank. Even when he goes bak to being nise, you will never feel exact lee safe. And meenwile your other frends, who did not get nipped, are troting arownd with hapy smiles, going: Fox 8, why so glum?

One feels such love for the little ones, such anticipation that all that is lovely in life will be known by them, such fondness for that set of attributes manifested uniquely in each: mannerisms of bravado, of vulnerability, habits of speech and mispronouncement and so forth; the smell of the hair and head, the feel of the tiny hand in yours—and then the little one is gone! Taken!

Leer bien significa arriesgarse mucho. Es dejar vulnerable nuestra identidad, nuestra posesion de nosotros mismos.

I don't want your love unless you know I am repulsive, and love me even as you know it.

People always think we look for love at our lowest to distract us. I am convinced we do it because we want someone to look us in the eye, to look our ugly in the eye and still choose us. I didn't want a distraction, I wanted you to see a mess and still find me worthy of love, to tell me that you could still love me anyway.

She was so unsettled by love and the sense of her nakedness that her voice shrank in her throat. The peri­ods of the song warbled through the room. Her whole body seemed ablaze . The drunken , singing head shook with some delirious impulse that seemed to be destroy­ ing her. What insanity! She was weeping, in her wild nakedness, as she approached my bed, which to me was a death bed. She fell on her knees, she fell down in front of me and hid her tears in the sheets.

What I want', were the words she left me with, administering a poison, 'is that you love me even unto death. For my part, it is in death I love you at this very instant. But I don't want your love unless you know I am repulsive, and love me even as you know it.

What I want, is that you love me even unto death. For my part, it is in death I love you at this very instant. But I don't want your love unless you know I am repulsive, and love me even as you know it.

L'instabilité des choses a pour corrélat l'impuissance de l'homme.

Bir ÅŸeyler k?r?l?yordu, bir ÅŸeyler k?r?ld?. Kendini-nas?l demeli?-dayan?kl? hissetmiyorsun art?k: Sana bugüne kadar güç veren-öyle san?yordun, öyle san?yorsun-,yüreÄŸini ?s?tan ÅŸey, varoluÅŸ duygun,neredeyse önemli olduÄŸun duygusu, dünyaya baÄŸlanma,dünyada kalma duygusu eksikliÄŸini hissettirmeye baÅŸl?yor.

Who, on seeing a Parisian apartment house, has never thought of it as indestructible? A bomb, a fire, an earthquake could certainly bring it down, but what else? In the eyes of an individual, of a family, or even a dynasty, a town, street, or house seems unchangeable, untouchable by time, by the ups and downs of human life, to such an extent that we believe we can compare and contrast the fragility of our condition to the invulnerability of stone.

Quelque chose se cassait, quelque chose s'est cassé. Tu ne te sens plus - comment dire? - soutenu : quelque chose qui, qui, te semblait-il, te semble-t-il, t'as jusqu'alors réconforté, t'a tenu chaud au coeur, le sentiment de ton existence, de ton importance presque, l'impression d'adhérer, de baigner dans le monde, se met à te faire défaut.

She must have been pretty once. At least, like everyone, she had been young. Now her eyes, her mouth, her whole body exuded weakness. Could it be that she was ill and waiting for her next attack? Some people who know that at a particular hour they are going to start suffering again have that expression, subdued and yet tense, like drug addicts waiting for the hour of their dose.

No one had ever looked at her just like that before, and it had the effect upon her of making her feel, for perhaps the first time in her life, a strong desire to lay the burden of her cares upon other shoulders. Captain Staple's were certainly broad enough to bear them.

She had herself been sadly disappointed, for she had thought him a man of sense, certainly not one to be succumbing to childish ailments at inopportune moments.

I am unreasonable! I know it, but don't tell me so, for I cannot bear it!

She dared not meet his eyes, however, and very nearly broke down again when he said, after a moment's scrutiny; 'My loved one, I left you in a high state of preservation! What has been happening here?' She moved away, saying: 'Do I look hagged? I am - I am rather tired.

We are always expressing either Love or fear. Fear is really a call for help, and therefore a request for Love.

God darkens our awareness in order to keep us safe. When we cannot chart our own course, we become vulnerable to God's protection, and the darkness becomes a "guiding night," a "night more kindly than the dawn."5