Quotes About Vulnerability

Somehow it was harder to show all that emotional stuff to someone you knew.

I'd like to hope you end up a miserable, lonely woman. But actually, I hope you have children one day, Ellie Haworth. Then you'll know how it feels to be vulnerable. And to have to fight, to be constantly vigilant, just to make sure your children get to grow up with a father.

You said . . . nobody would ever hurt me again. You said that. When you came to New York." My voice emerged from somewhere in my chest. "I never thought for a moment you would be the one to do it.

I felt the mood shift. And, for no reason at all other than that he didn't expect it, I climbed fully clothed into the bath and kissed him as he laughed and spluttered. I was suddenly glad of his solidity in a world where it was so easy to fall.

And there is the bare truth of it, for her and all the women around here. Doesn't matter how smart you are, how clever, how self-reliant—you can always be bettered by a stupid man with a gun.

Beside me Sam had started to shake silently. "Stop them," he murmured. "I'm going to bust my stitches.

Doesn't matter how smart you are, how clever, how self-reliant—you can always be bettered by a stupid man with a gun. The

Ellie's head sinks into her hands, and she weeps for the unknown Boot, for Jennifer, for chances missed and a life wasted. She cries for herself, because nobody will ever love her like he loved Jennifer, and because she suspects that she is spoiling what might have been a perfectly good, if ordinary, life. She cries because she is drunk and in her flat and there are few advantages to living on your own except being able to sob uninhibitedly at will.

Algunas veces sentía como si todos estuviéramos vadeando en nuestro dolor, reticentes a admitir a los demás qué tanto nos estábamos ahogando.

A face whose emotions had not yet been battered by experience.

This thing has shown her that age is no protection against the hazards of love.

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. You changed my life so much more than this money will ever change yours.

Especially when he is plainly unable to move, and is saying, gently, 'Clark. Please. Just come over here. Please,

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.

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. You changed my life so much more than this money will ever change yours. Don

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

No two months had ever left me feeling more inadequate. I was lonely almost all the time. I hated not knowing where I was going to sleep each night, was permanently anxious about train timetables and currency, found it difficult to make friends when I didn't trust anyone I met. And what could I say about myself, anyway? When people asked me, I could give them only the most cursory details. All the stuff that was important or interesting about me was what I couldn't share.

I feel like I've turned myself off for the past two years. Like I wouldn't let anyone get close to me because of what happened. I mean, what's the point of getting close to someone if you're only going to lose them? But the other day I started thinking about what I actually want out of life and I realized it was someone to love. Because you got to move on, right? You got to see some kind of future.

what we learn through sharing our memories and our sadness and our little victories with one another is that it's okay to feel sad. Or lost. Or angry. It's okay to feel a whole host of things that other people might not understand, and often for a long time. Everyone has his or her own journey. We don't judge.

He had told her a few weeks ago that being this age was like walking among snipers, that people he cared about were being picked off and there was nothing you could do and no way of telling who was next.

olhei para will e enxerguei o bebê que segurei no colo, chorosamente encantada, incapaz de acreditar que havia gerado um outro ser humano. vi a criança pequena, esticando a mão para mim, o menino em idade escolar chorando de raiva porque outra criança zombou dele. enxerguei as vulnerabilidades, o amor, a história. era isso que ele estava me pedindo para extinguir - a criança e, ao mesmo tempo, o homem - todo aquele amor, toda aquela história.

Check his wheelchair for anthrax and ammunition

There is nothing more disconcerting to passers-by than to see a man in a wheelchair pleading with a woman who is meant to be looking after him.

found it difficult to make friends when I didn't trust anyone I met. And