Quotes About Vulnerability

Undressing myself had no fun in it, now I had undressed her.

And for a moment I though I would tell her, that it would be the easiest and the slightest thing imaginable- that after all, if anyone would understand it, she would. That I need only say, 'I am in love, Helen! I am in love! There is a girl so rare and marvelous and strange, and- Helen, she has all my life in her!

She was about to be married, and was frightened to death. And no-one would love her, ever again.

His throat bulges queerly, as men's throats do: as if inviting the blow that will crush it.

I had kissed her. I had lain upon her. I had touched her with a sliding hand. I had called her a pearl. She had been kinder to me than anyone save Mrs Sucksby; and she had made me love her, when I meant only to ruin her.

I knew about that kind of love. I knew how it was to bare your palpitating heart, and be fearful as you did so that the beats should come too loudly, and betray you. I had kept my heart-beats smothered; and had been betrayed, anyway.

It was as though their life, thought Frances, were being mercilessly spooled back on to a reel; or as if, one by one, the stitches that had fastened them together were being unpicked.

For all this time I had had as it were a sort of dam about my heart, keeping out my love: now the walls had burst, my heart was flooded, I thought I should drown...

Eppure, anche membra di cera devono cedere alla fine al calore delle mani che le muovono. Arriva una notte in cui, finalmente, mi arrendo alle sue.

Their friendship sometimes struck Frances as being like a piece of soap – like a piece of ancient kitchen soap that had got worn to the shape of her hand, but which had been dropped to the floor so many times it was never quite free of its bits of cinder.

She closed her eyes and let the rain fall on her face, and after another second, I could not have said what were raindrops, and what tears.

she had seemed to be quivering, to be ringing, like a wine glass that had just been struck.

I barely knew I had skin before I met you.

Your twisting is done--you have the last thread of my heart. I wonder: when the thread grows slack, will you feel it?

She was like milk - too pale, too pure, too simple. She was made to be spoiled.

this feeling haunts and inhabits me, like a sickness. it covers me, like skin.

Roe has been a good friend, one women could count on when in trouble. We are on uncertain ground after Casey. Women, justifiably, feel vulnerable at a time so many years after their journey for reproductive freedom started.

A mind that is unfocused is vulnerable to "the world, the flesh, and the devil," all of which exert a downward pull on your thoughts. As your thinking processes deteriorate, you become increasingly confused and directionless.

It is easy to touch up your outward appearance, to look as if you have it all together. Your attempts to look good can fool most people. But I see straight through you, into the depths of your being. There is no place for pretense in your relationship with Me. Rejoice in the relief of being fully understood. Talk with Me about your struggles and feelings of inadequacy.

Do you believe I am able to make you whole? Present your brokenness to Me.

Though Your continual Presence is guaranteed, simply knowing this truth doesn't automatically change my emotions. When I forget to focus on You, I'm vulnerable to fear, anxiety, loneliness, and other unwanted feelings. Yet I've found that awareness of Your Presence with me can dispel those painful feelings and replace them with Your Peace. Please train me in the discipline of walking attentively with You through each day. In Your calming Name, Amen

A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out. In faithfulness he will bring forth justice." —ISAIAH 42:3

GROW STRONG IN YOUR WEAKNESS.

know it is not my strengths that have prepared me for this adventure but my weaknesses, which amplify my need for You. I've