Quotes About Vulnerability

This is the thing about growing up in a small town. Every part of your life is up for grabs. Nothing is secret.

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

Why is this not enough for you? Why am I not enough for you? Why could you not have confided in me? If we'd had more time, would this have been different?

Quise apretar mi cuerpo por completo contra él. Quise inspirarle un deseo. Quise entregarle toda la vida que sentía y obligarle a vivir. Comprendí que tenía miedo de vivir sin él ¿Cómo es que tienes el derecho a destrozarme la vida, quise preguntrale, pero yo no tengo ningún poder en la tuya?

I want to tell him that I don't know what I feel. I want him but I'm frightened to want him. I don't want my happiness to be entirely dependent on somebody else's, to be a hostage to fortunes I cannot control.

You know the worst thing about a man hitting you?' Margery said finally. 'Ain't the hurt. It's that in that instant you realize the truth of what it is to be a woman. That it doesn't matter how smart you are, how much better at arguing, how much better than them, period. It's when you realize they can always just shut you up with a fist. Just like that

I was gazing underwater at the brightly colored landscape that had been hidden from view, forgetting to be afraid that my equipment might fail, that against all evidence I would sink to the bottom and die a watery death, even that I was afraid at all.

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.

but the real truth is I couldn't cope. I wasn't strong enough to take charge of it all and make it better.

Tú, Clark -se miró las manos-. eres la única persona con la que siento que pudo hablar desde que acabé en esta maldita silla.

And 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.

There was something about sliding into a man's shirt – Fred's shirt – that made her breath catch in her throat.

If I let myself love you, it would consume me. There would be nothing but you. I would be constantly afraid that you might change your mind. And then, if you did, I would die.

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?

I like your thinking." "I like your everything." "We seem to spend a lot of time talking rubbish to each other." "Well, I like that too.

Es gribu teikt, ka ?sti nezinu, ko j?tu. Ka gribu vi?u, bet baidos. Es nev?los, lai mana laime b?tu atkar?ga no k?da cita, negribu b?t ??lniece tam, ko nesp?ju kontrol?t.

She made me feel like a first-class idiot, and consequently I became a first-class idiot around her.

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

Alice had discovered how, for a woman at least, it was much easier to feel anger on behalf of someone you cared about, to access that cold burn, to want to make someone suffer if they had hurt someone you loved. Alice, it turned out, was no longer afraid.

If I'm honest, I probably only held it together myself because we couldn't all go to pieces.

I want to tell him then. I want to tell him that I don't know what I feel. I want him but I'm frightened to want him. I don't want my happiness to be entirely dependent on somebody else's, to be a hostage to fortunes I cannot control.

one eye trying to assess the risk of being murdered in my bed.

Because she knew that something happened to you when your mother didn't hold you close, or tell you all the time that you were the best thing ever, or even notice when you were home: a little part of you sealed over. You didn't need

Quiero decírselo. Quiero decirle qué no sé que es lo que siento. Le deseo pero me da miedo desearle. No quiero que mi felicidad dependa enteramente de otra persona, ser rehén de destinos que no puedo controlar.