Quotes About Vulnerability

People cry, not because they're weak, it's because they've been strong for too long.

Love is one of the hardest words to say and one of the easiest to hear.

People cry not because they are weak, but because they have been strong for too long.

I do have an affinity for damaged people, in life, in roles. I don't know why. We're all damaged in our own way. Nobody's perfect. I think we are all somewhat screwy, every single one of us.

What I heard one of the veteran black hats say to a trainee remains true today: "Social engineering is the easiest way to break into a system.

For someone to be perfect, they must be real, however imperfect they are.

You are scored on my heart,Clark. You were from the first day you walked in,with your ridiculous clothes and your complete inability to ever hide a single thing you felt.

I realized I was afraid of living without him. How is it you have the right to destroy my life, I wanted to demand of him, but I'm not allowed a say in yours? But I had promised.

And then, just like that, my heart broke. My face crumpled, my composure went and I held him tightly and I stopped caring that he could feel the shudder of my sobbing body because grief swamped me. It overwhelmed me and tore at my heart and my stomach and my head and it pulled me under, and I couldn't bear it. I honestly thought I couldn't bear it.

Oh, lighten up, Clark. I'm the one having scalding hot air directed at my genitals.

I can tell you the exact day I stopped being fearless.

it was as if I had lost a layer of skin—I woke up laughing, or crying.

So this is it. You are scored on my heart, Clark. You were from the first day you walked in, with your ridiculous clothes and your bad jokes, and your complete inability to ever hide a single thing you felt.

And yet. To commit to Sam was to commit to the likelihood of more loss.

With Will I had never had to consider what I said; talking to him was as effortless as breathing. Now I was good at not really saying anything about myself at all.

It never ended. Even though she'd thought she'd covered her heart with a permanent porcelain shell, he still found a way to chip at it.

Perhaps we all harbor a perverse need to get close to things that might destroy us.

Conned any other women out of their valuables lately ?" she says quietly, so quietly that only he will hear it. "Nope. I've been too busy stealing handbags and seducing the vulnerable." Her head shoots up and his eyes lock on hers. He is, she sees with some shock, as furious as she is.

He dropped his head and kissed her. He kissed her and it was a kiss of utter certainty, the kind of kiss during which monarchs die and whole continents fall without your even noticing. When Jess extricated herself, it was only because she didn't want the children to see her lose the ability to stand.

I looked at Will and I saw the baby I held in my arms, dewily besotted, unable to believe that I had created another human being. I saw the toddler, reaching for my hand, the schoolboy weeping tears of fury after being bullied by some other child. I saw the vulnerabilities, the love, the history. That's what he was asking me to extinguish—the small child as well as the man—all that love, all that history.

Then he told her, in the quiet tones of someone offloading a confession, that she was the most mazing women he had ever met. And when she lifted her swollen eyes to his, Ed mopped her bleeding nose, and he dropped his lips gently onto hers, and he did what he had wanted to do for the past forty-eight hours, even if he had been initially too dumb to know it, He kissed her.

She had the world's worst poker face: her feelings floated across them like reflections on a still pond.

I had liked men, sure, and wanted to sleep with them, but sometimes I wondered if I was missing some sensitivity chip. I couldn't imagine crying over anyone I'd been with.

Please. Come on. Right here, on the bed. Right next to me.