Quotes About Vulnerability

You are comprised of a million tiny locks. There's no master key to be found, encased in the plush velvet heart, no matter how desperately you ask someone to reach in and grope around. No matter how hard you try to find it.

It doesn't change a thing. Not a damned thing. I didn't want to fall in love with you, Vicky, and I don't intend to stay in love with you. It's temporary,it won't last.' Vicky smiled tremulously, stroking his hair. 'Darling, don't say that . . I'll die if you stop loving me ..." -Scott & Vicky

I've never in my life had a problem giving another person what they want. But no one's ever been able to do that for me. No one touches me, no one gets near me. But now you've touched me somewhere so fucking deep I can't believe and I can't be that for you. Because I can't find you.

We made love, and then she threw up.

Here I am and there is my body dancing on glass

Phaedra: I wanted to see your face when you came. Hippolytus: Why? Phaedra: I'd like to see you lose yourself. Hippolytus: It's not a pleasant sight. Phaedra: Why, what do you look like? Hippolytus: Every other stupid fucker.

and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me...

I am jealous of my sleeping lover and cover his induced unconsciousness.

HIPPOLYTUS: No one burns me, no one fucking touches me. So don't try.

Elle parle d'elle à la troisième personne parce que l'idée d'être celle qu'elle est, de s'admettre telle quelle, c'est plus que son orgueil ne peut en supporter

C'est la vanité, ce n'est pas d'être équilibré qui va me garder indemne

A fourteen year old to steal my virginity on the moor and rape me till I come.

I've faked orgasms before, but this is the first time I've faked not having an orgasm.

She's talking about herself in the third person because the idea of being who she is, of acknowledging that she is herself, is more than her pride can take.

But I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both. I want to share every single one of your sunshines and save them for later. I will tuck them into my pockets so I can give them back to you when the rain falls hard. Friend, I want to be the mirror that reminds you to love yourself. I want to be the air in your lungs that reminds you to breath. When the walls come down, when the thunder rumbles, when nobody else is home, hold my hand, and I promise I won't let go.

I will love you with too many commas, but never any asterisks.

Oh, Brother. No matter your wreckage. There will be someone to find you beautiful, despite the cruddy metal. Your ruin is not to be hidden behind paint and canvas. Let them see the cracks.

Rhea had understood then why people need friends. They need to be seen and known, and accepted nonetheless. Oh, how she'd craved that unburdening

Like a vase, a heart breaks once. After that, it just yields to its flaws.

It's easier to speak to a crowd, to stare into the spotlight, than it is to look into a human face.

Sincerity that pure was impossible to include in my life then, and I had to turn away. It was like looking at the sun.

I'm not talking about fucking; I'm talking about intimacy. One used to fade into the other, and sometimes I forget I've learned the difference.

I closed my own eyes for a moment and recovered, but incompletely. I can't forget how close insanity is, how easy it might be to drive off the shoulder of the road into a place where no one would ever find me.

I used to avoid people when I was afraid I loved them too much.