Quotes About Vulnerability

Tuga je vrlo neobi?an osje?aj, tako smo bespomo?ni kad se s njome suo?imo. To je nešto poput prozora koji se otvara po vlastitoj volji. Soba se hladi, a mi možemo samo bespomo?no drhtati. Me?utim, prozor se svaki put otvori malo manje, pa još manje i jednog se dana pitamo gdje je nestao.

Me mordí el labio y contuve el llanto tan instantáneamente que creo que las lágrimas se pararon en seco a medio camino de mis mejillas.

Everyone knows that a wounded tiger is a dangerous beast.

Skumjas ir tik sav?das,kad t?s uzn?k, m?s esam gluži bezsp?c?gi. T?s ir k? logs, kas pats no sevis atveras. Istab? k??st auksti, un mums atliek vien?gi drebin?ties. Bet ar katru reizi logs atveras šaur?k un aizvien šaur?k, un tad k?du dienu m?s iedom?jamies, kur gan tas palicis.

Kesedihan adalah hal yang ganjil sekali; kita jadi tak berdaya di hadapannya. Seperti jendela yang membuka atas kemauannya sendiri. Ruangan menjadi dingin, dan kita tak bisa berbuat apa pun kecuali gemetar kedinginan. Namun setiap kali terbuka kembali, lebarnya sedikit berkurang, makin lama makin sempit; dan pada suatu hari kita bertanya-tanya sendiri, apa yang terjadi dengan jendela itu.

Kad sam ?ula kako to govori, suze su mi jednostavno probile krhki zid koji ih je zadržavao i sa strašnim osje?ajem srama, položila sam glavu na stol i pustila ih sa se izliju iz mene.

We tend to think of dangers and uncertainties as anomalies in the continuum of life, or irruptions of unpredictable forces into a largely predictable world. I suggest the contrary: that dangers and uncertainties are an inescapable dimension of life. In fact, as we shall come to understand, they make life matter. They define what it means to be human.

It takes enormous courage and humility to be open to others to find out who we really are.

says the brave and tearful mother hustled over from subconscious central casting when recollection fails.

Every light can be extinguished. The intellect is a light. Therefore it can, be extinguished.

Very often inertia, selfishness, and vanity play the greatest role in our trust in others; inertia when we prefer to trust somebody else, in order not to investigate, be vigilant, or act ourselves; selfishness when the desire to speak about our own affairs tempts us to confide in someone else; vanity when it concers something that we are proud of.

Enemies can't break your spirit, only friends can.

Ammu loved her children (of course), but their wide-eyed vulnerability and their willingness to love people who didn't really love them exasperated her and sometimes made her want to hurt them-- just as an education, a precaution.

A sparrow lay dead on the backseat. She had found her way through a hole in the windscreen, tempted by some seat-sponge for her nest. She never found her way out. No one noticed her panicked car-window appeals. She died on the backseat, with her legs in the air. Like a joke.

The fact that something so fragile, so unbearably tender had survived, had been allowed to exist, was a miracle.

Her collarbones like wings that spread from the base of her throat to the ends of her shoulders. A bird held down by skin.

She sensed that in some strange tangential way, he needed her shade as much as she needed his. And she had learned from experience that Need was a warehouse that could accommodate a considerable amount of cruelty.

Sitting next to Tilo, breathing next to her, he felt like an empty house whose locked windows and doors were creaking open a little, to air the ghosts trapped inside it.

It was possible for Tilo and Musa to have this strange conversation about a third loved one, because they were concurrently sweethearts and ex-sweethearts, lovers and ex-lovers, siblings and ex-siblings, classmates and ex-classmates. Because they trusted each other so peculiarly that they knew, even if they were hurt by it, that whoever it was that the other person loved had to be worth loving. In matters of the heart, they had a virtual forest of safety nets.

Ja vi?š tai pieskarsies, vi?š nevar?s ar to run?t, ja vi?š to m?l?s, vi?š nevar?s aiziet, ja vi?š run?s, vi?š nevar?s klaus?ties, ja vi?š c?n?sies, vi?š nevar?s uzvar?t.

Excitement Always Leads to Tears

they knew that they had to put their faith in fragility. Stick to Smallness. Each time they parted, they extracted only one small promise from each other: Tomorrow?Tomorrow.

tears made everything that had so far seemed unreal, real.

She could feel how soft she felt to him. She could feel herself through him. Her skin. The way her body existed only where he touched her. The rest of her was smoke.