Quotes About Vulnerability

We all suffer wounds in our childhoods. We do what we have to do to protect ourselves, but we forget when we become adults that the armor made to survive our youth no longer serves us. It's for use in the last war, the struggles of childhood, not the war or the peace of the present and the future. Keeping that armor keeps us immature. We can't grow with it on. Yet removing it is painful. Taking it off means our true selves will be revealed.

It's a common weakness among creatives, whether a designer, a writer, or a programmer, to be shy about showing unfinished work.

We all suffer wounds in our childhoods. We do what we have to do to protect ourselves, but we forget when we become adults that the armor made to survive our youth no longer serves us.

Oh my God!" exclaimed Jessie the turtle, who alone immediately saw what the good doctor would say next. "And I am sad to say, my friends," concluded Doc Hansom the goatfish, "if the caulking seal breaks before the professor returns, the aquarium will likely drain and we will all die.

here with you and it just doesn't seem real sometimes and wanting to know you what you look like when I'm not with you what you think when you're in bed at night what made you cry the other day wanting to bury myself inside you and burrow into you can't get out never get out and become you live you be you

I wish to walk arm in arm, hand in hand without your fears pervading, without my feeling that others are staring. I wish to lose the fog and retain you, your radiance, your strength, your essence.

People tend to get nervous when you stare at them. They are racked with enough insecurities as it is. They always look away, glance back quickly and look away again. Some part of them melts and as they attempt to gather themselves, their flesh forms puddles at their feet.

you look your woman in the eye and kill her by telling her the truth or you turn away and let her see what she wants. i try not to shake too much when i turn the lights out and the sobbing begins

Love's the only game I know where two can play and, still, both can lose

People in glass houses shouldn't get stoned

The problem with feelings is not the warmth you feel in good times; it's the coldness you feel in the dark times.

Never apologize for saying what/how you feel. Cuz' that's like saying, "Sorry for being real".

To try something new, we have to be willing to check our egos at the door. We have to move out from under what is comfortable and be willing to take the risk of being bad at something, or making fools of ourselves, or letting people ask those questions like, "Barbecue? Why barbecue?" When they ask that, we can say, "Because it's fun!

You can knock down kingdoms on a whim. What you need is someone to make sure you don't get hit by a carriage when you cross the street.

Hard lessons were handed out. As many men learned to their sorrow, it's impossible to be intimidating when one angry woman has your cock between her teeth and another is holding a stiletto to your kidneys.

Crooked Warden," said Locke, "men are stupid. Protect us from ourselves. If you can't, let it be quick and painless.

You know who waxes philosophical about the tiniest weaknesses of enemies? The powerless.

The fact Locke didn't die instantly may be taken as proof that a human male can survive having every last warm drop of blood within his body rush instantly to the vicinity of his cheeks.

I am utterly emboldened in my cowardice.

Gods damn you, LOcke,'she whispered. The corners of her eyes glistened. 'Twice now? Look, uh, if I said the wrong thing---' 'No,' she said, wiping at her eyes, trying but failing to do so nonchalantly. 'No, the trouble is you said the right thing.

These are my cards on the table. I think you're beautiful. I feel like I'm an idiot with dirt on his face sitting next to someone out of a painting. I think...I think I'm just plain stupid for you. I know that's not exactly sweet talk out of a play. Frankly, I'd kiss your shadow. I'd kiss dirt that had your heel print on it. I like feeling this way. I don't give a damn what you or anyone else thinks...this is how it feels every time I look at you.

You're the complication I want more than anything else. You're my favorite complication. No matter what sort of holes you poke in my trust.

Arms out, falling backward, staring up into the hot near-noon sky with the confident assurance of all twelve of his years that death and injury were things reserved solely for people that weren't Bug.

Ezri, if you need to hit me, then by the gods hit me. If that's what you need, I won't fight you for a second. Not ever. Just...tell me what you want.