Quotes About Vulnerability

Statistically, half of all humans are below median intelligence and easily led astray by the ten percent who combine above average intelligence with a defective sense of ethics.

it was not in gaining the power where the danger lay. It was in allowing the power to destroy you.

Just do what he says!" the youngest guy said. Quickly they all started to undress until the five men were standing there, naked. They were being held at bay by an old guy and a kid, neither of whom was wearing a shirt. It was a pretty ridiculous scene, lika a game of strip poker that was going horribly wrong.

Yeah, it's hard to care when you're afraid of getting hurt. You know, the sad part is that when most people promise 'for better or for worse,' they really only mean for the better.

The zipless fuck is absolutely pure. It is free of ulterior motives. There is no power game. The man is not "taking" and the woman is not "giving." No one is attempting to cuckold a husband or humiliate a wife. No one is trying to prove anything or get anything out of anyone. The zipless fuck is the purest thing there is. And it is rarer than the unicorn.

The zipless fuck is absolutely pure. It is free of ulterior motives. There is no power game . The man is not "taking" and the woman is not "giving." No one is attempting to cuckold a husband or humiliate a wife. No one is trying to prove anything or get anything out of anyone. The zipless fuck is the purest thing there is. And it is rarer than the unicorn. And I have never had one.

Hard as nails Stacy Killian was one like one of those Tootsie Roll Pops - hard shell, soft, chewy center. Once a guy knew the center could be chewed, that's what they did. Chewed you up and spit you out. Or swallowed you, bite by bite. Goodbye respect. Goodbye self-esteem.

Being hurt is part of being a fallible human being, surrounded by other fallible human beings.

Love means to commit oneself without guarantee, to give oneself completely in the hope that our love will produce love in the loved person. Love is an act of faith, and whoever is of little faith is also of little love.

We are little flames poorly sheltered by frail walls against the storm of dissolution and madness, in which we flicker and sometimes almost go out…we creep in upon ourselves and with big eyes stare into the night…and thus we wait for morning.

Those flower-like boys are not sufficiently strong to resist and break the power of the Great Mother. They are more pets than lovers.

And then I did what I had never done in his presence, much less in his arms. I cried.

Please, if one of us cries, let both of us cry. But preferably neither of us.

The 'equilibrium' that people see in me is really an illusion. I am as flawed as anyone. It's only that I seem to have the knack of hiding.

I wanted to keep looking at her because I wanted to never take my eyes from her, but still I had to lower my eyes, I was so ashamed that even now Jenny was reading my mind so perfectly. 'Listen, that's the only goddamn thing I'm asking, Ollie. Otherwise, I know you'll be okay.' That thing in my gut was stirring again, so I was afraid to even speak the word 'okay.' I just looked mutely at Jenny.

The invulnerable, matchless and exclusive live a life like dazzling fish in a scintillating seascape behind glass. Everybody may admire them, nobody can touch them and there is no fear or guilt in overexposing opulence and fortune.( "Keeping up with the Joneses")

The upper lip must never tremble. Some fear to be abused and have their identity destroyed, if they make an aperture in the curtain of their emotions. ("The upper lip must never tremble")

The abandoned Inner Child is constantly afraid of being wrong because it believes that being wrong is what leads to rejection. Therefore, it strives to find the "right" way to be in the world. It becomes addicted to "shoulds" and rules as a way to control rejection. It develops a need to be perfect and a belief that it is possible to be perfect. Perfectionism and the fear of being wrong are symptoms of the internal disconnection between the Adult and the Child.

If I didn't tell someone everything, maybe I didn't exist.

If you're going to get connected, you're going to have to make peace with messy relationships. You're going to have to be okay with letting others in when you are at your worst and your life is a total train wreck. You also must be willing to turn the tables. When other people's lives are messy, you can't turn a blind eye or offer cheap words of comfort. You must willingly walk into the mess, even if they're hiding, and bear the bad stuff together.

Nights're cold now. Nights g'cold, y'get sick. S'what happens.

You're going to find Tigerstar. Against that fiend, every cat is helpless.

Even the most powerful flames can be destroyed by water.

Do you remember how scared we were? How lost and cold and alone? I do. I don't want anyone feeling that helpless.