Quotes About Vulnerability

Is it being really brave or sometimes feeling fear?

If I was made of cake I'd eat myself before somebody else could.

This is a bad story." "Sorry. I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have told you." "No, you should," I say. "But—" "I don't want there to be bad stories and me not know them.

You're like Marilyn Monroe,' Ken tells me, which I take as a compliment and say a nervous "Thank You". Interrupting, he adds, 'You're all velvet and Velcro. Men want you because you're sexy and broken and when it gets too rough they can say "Hey! This toy is broken!" and toss you aside without feeling bad.

It's as if he can no longer acknowledge the love he felt or the pain I am in. I have been dismissed. I don't think I was smarter or as beautiful as the other girls he did this to. It's just that I was me. It was all I had.

Well. There is a psychiatric occurrence we see in men-not often women-where they put all their hopes and dreams onto one person, so intensely that at some point it trips a wire in the brain circuitry, and that causes them to go, in a minute, 180 degrees the other way.

I've learned that hurting you feels infinitely worse than being hurt myself.

Being back here—I'm suddenly confronting the enormity of that kind of commitment. And just how much you can fuck someone up if you half-ass it.

If you've got to my age, you've probably had your heart broken many times. So it's not that difficult to unpack a bit of grief from some little corner of your heart and cry over it.

If you've got to my age, you've probably had your heart broken many times. So it's not that difficult to unpack a bit of grief from some little corner of your heart and cry over it.

La phrase : "Je suis homme et rien de ce qui est humain ne m'est étranger" me semble être, sinon le dernier mot de la sagesse, en tout cas l'un des plus profonds, et ce que j'aime chez Etienne, c'est qu'il le prend à la lettre, c'est même ce qui selon moi lui donne le droit d'être juge. De ce qui le fait humain, pauvre, faillible, magnifique, il ne veut rien retrancher, et c'est aussi pourquoi dans le récit de sa vie je ne veux, moi, rien couper.

Sostituendo un imbroglio con un cancro è riuscito a trasporre in termini comprensibili agli altri una realtà troppo particolare e privata. Avrebbe preferito davvero essere malato di cancro piuttosto che di menzogna – perché anche la menzogna era una malattia, con la sua eziologia, i suoi rischi di metastasi, la sua prognosi riservata –, ma il destino aveva voluto che si ammalasse di menzogna, e non era colpa sua.

Su suite la ilumina una bombilla de voltaje muy débil y tan acogedora como la cámara frigorífica de una carnicería. En otro tiempo podías estar seguro de que las paredes y el télefono estaban atiborrados de micrófonos, pero ahora ya no puedes tener la seguridad de nada.

Uscire dalla pelle del dottor Romand significava ritrovarsi senza pelle. Più che nudo: scorticato.

But admiration is not love. Love wants proximity, reciprocity, the acceptance of vulnerability. Love alone does not say what we spend our lives saying, all the time, to everyone: 'I am worth more than you.' Love has other ways of finding reassurance, another authority that doesn't come from above but below.

La vita è un'avventura aperta, esposta, non protegga il bambino. Lo fortifichi interiormente perché sappia affrontare la realtà qualunque essa sia.

I was walking through the park. I had a very bad asthmatic attack. These three asthmatics attacked me. I know . . . I should have heard them hiding.

He that lives in a glass house must not throw stones.

But now, at the table, behind the fall of the tablecloth, behind the sheath of skin, hanging head downwards between cliffs of bone, was the baby, its arms all but clasped about its neck, its face aslant upon its arms, hair painted upon its skull, closed, secret eyes, a diver poised in albumen, ancient and epic, shot with delicate spasms, as old as Pharaoh in its tomb.

She saw herself alone, alive and doomed, strong and helpless, passing in a line of women, her mother before her, the child Lucy, behind, women walking on a temple frieze, Greek women in fluttering robes rounding a vase's girth for ever.

Basta parlarci dieci minuti, con certi diciassettenni - con i ragazzi intendo, perché con le ragazze è un'altra storia, più complicata - e salta fuori subito che sono dei maledetti insicuri.

I felt like a guy in a cell being stared at longingly by a naked one-hundred-and-ten-kilo lifer. You know, sooner or later, that something unpleasant is going to happen to you. -The Ballad of the Low Lifes, by Enrico Remmert (2003), P. 20

entonces brota la ansiedad ante la menor amenaza de enfermedad, de incomodidad, de fracaso económico, de pérdida de la belleza, incluso de vejez. Esta ansiedad es a menudo anticipada, es decir, surge antes de que realmente llegue el problema, ya que existe la sensación de incapacidad para superarlo, con lo que se teme que se produzca el propio desmoronamiento y la «disolución del yo», que es el fundamento último de la ansiedad.

una referencia explícita. Comparte con el anterior la impresión interior de temor, de indefensión, de zozobra. Pero mientras en el miedo esto se produce por algo, en la angustia (o ansiedad) se produce por nada, se difuminan las