Quotes About Vulnerability

When we move apart, she looks at me again, till a small tear lifts itself up in her eye. It trips out to find a wrinkle and follows it down.

I s'pose, I can't have it all my own way, can I? You can't drown in a person unless they let you.

Could she smell my breath? Could she hear my cursed circular heart beat revolving like the crime it is in my deathly chest?

I see myself beneath her. Being taken and made love to. I feel her. I know her. Taste her champagne mouth. Ignore the ugly teeth. Just shut my eyes and taste her.

He's been to the brink and come back. I guess when you lose your pride, even for just a moment, you realise how much it means to you.

somewhere in his murkiest depths, he wasn't so much afraid of being left again as condemning someone else to second best.

All my life, I've been scared of men standing over me... It makes me understand that the best standover man I've ever known is not a man at all...

For hours she sat with him as he shivered and slept. 'Don't die' she whispered. 'Please, Max, just don't die.' He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder he became, the more he melted.

We only sit there now. Audrey and me. And discomfort. Squeezed in, between us. She soon says, "You're my best friend, Ed." "I know." You can kill a man with those words. No gun. No bullets. Just words and a girl.

When it was over, they lay on their backs; there was a window on this, the top floor of the stairwell, and grubby light, and rising-falling chests. The air was heavy. Tons of it, heaping from their lungs. Henry gulped it good and hard, but his mouth showed true heart.

It was like she held a string and pulled on it just slightly to open me up. She got in, put a piece of herself inside me, and left again. In there, somewhere, I still feel it.

She almost smiles from the pain - from the beauty of it. She's out of herself. Barefoot.

There is death. Making his way through all of it. On the surface: unflappable, unwavering. Below: unnerved, untied, and undone.

Koliko, zapravo, jedni drugima dopuštamo da se me?usobno upoznamo?

Sé lo que tengo que darle a Audrey. Audrey no ama a nadie. Se niega a amar. Pero lo necesita, necesita permitírselo aunque solo sea un momento. Necesita vivir ese sentimiento. Conocerlo plenamente. Al menos una vez.

I tried not to sleep because I was afraid of who might be there when I woke up.

How well do we really let ourselves know each other?

Her knuckles and fingernails were so frighteningly tough, despite their smallness. You Saukerl. Her voice, too, was able to scratch him.

sintió que su cuerpo se arrugaba y se hacía una pelota, como una página llena de tachones arrojada a la papelera. Como basura. Sin embargo, día tras día conseguía estirarse y alisarse, indignado y agradecido. Destrozado, pero no hecho pedazos.

unas lágrimas, que parecían de cristal, le resbalaban por la piel a pesar de no estar llorando. Se las habían arrancado a golpes.

It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this (Zusak 439).

No, thought Liesel as she walked. It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this.

But then, is there cowardice in the acknowledgment of fear?

Este chico puede conmigo. Siempre. Es lo único malo que tiene. Me rompe el corazón. Me hace llorar.