Quotes About Vulnerability

Love meant laying every single thing out on the line and trusting that the other person would lay everything out, too. Without fear. And without regret. "How

Falling for you was the scariest thing in the entire world, and losing my heart to you was the most terrifying thing I could imagine. Until I finally realized why I was so afraid. I thought I was going to lose myself in you, when the truth is that with you is where I've finally found everything that truly matters.

But the thing is, sometimes my whole tough girl act gets a little old, even for me. Especially when it's what everyone expects from me, all the time.

You showed me that the real strength comes from learning how to trust again. You make me want to be brave enough to love again.

It was right when you were trying to hold everything tightly under control that the wind and waves decided it was high time to show you not only how vulnerable you really were, but also how precious every single moment was. But

If you ask me, it's perfectly natural that when we feel so much, when our entire world begins to revolve around someone else, that's when we turn the most into ourselves. We're sure that no one else can possibly understand what it's like to love so deeply, aren't we?

I want people to see that true love changes everything. That risking your heart for the right person can give back even the things that you thought were gone forever. I didn't think I'd ever be able to trust again. To love. But you showed me that I could own every part of myself—the good and the bad—without shame. Without fear.

Because if he wasn't really, really careful, Lori Sullivan was just going to keep stealing his heart one sentence, one meal, one smile at time

And it was why he loved her. One of the reasons, anyway. Because he also loved her bratty comebacks. He loved the way she put her entire self behind whatever she was doing, even if she had no idea what she was doing and was getting it all wrong. He loved the way she danced as if she was connected to the clouds and the sun and the rainbows. And he loved that she'd stormed into his life and turned everything upside down before he ever had a chance to stop her.

I want you by my side not only for red carpet events, but for the nights when we're both exhausted from a long day on set and fall into bed, too tired to do anything but hold hands and fall asleep. I want to kiss the sugar off your lips while you're eating sweets for breakfast. And I want you there to drag into the shower with me to make up for not having the energy to make love to you the night before.

Like a candle in the wind, she was, at one minute bright, even brilliant, in her thoughts; in the next moment, her intelligence flickered dimly, illuminating nothing except her own pathetic decline.

I wake up the next morning to find Indigo on the bed with me, her head resting on my hip. "Why didn't you stay on the floor?" I ask. "I'm not used to sleeping on my own," she says. "Do the scratchy thing.

I'm not the type of guy who enjoys one-night stands. It leaves me feeling very empty and cynical. It's not even fun sexually. I need to feel something for the woman and entertain the vain hope that it may lead to a relationship.

even his incontinence —

My mind is my Achilles's Heel." - The Tick

It's always the easy way out, being an existential chicken. Not really being there. It's harder, it's riskier, to be present.

If you have a bald head don't walk out in the sun because you will get burned.

Love is a hole in the heart.

but a lot o' molls and a lot of sucker guys. Them? Say, they never learn no better. Tough guys ain't no different from soft guys, see? They all fall for the dames just as hard and just as worse. There's many a good guy in this place that's been gave a tumble by them, see?

Memory, of all the powers of the mind, is the most delicate and frail.

When she reached me she asked gently if I were O.K., what was bothering me. Fine, nothing, I said, but in a way I hoped confirmed incommunicable depths had opened up inside me.

On various occasions I'd said to a woman I was interested in, "I would invite you to dinner, but I can't cook," at which point I would hope she'd say, "I'm a great cook," so I could ask her to come over and teach me; then we'd get drunk in the kitchen while I displayed what I hoped was my endearing clumsiness, never learning anything.

Come hai intenzione di espandere il racconto, di preciso?», mi aveva chiesto l'agente, con uno sguardo distante negli occhi perché stava calcolando la mancia. «Mi proietterò in diversi futuri simultaneamente», avrei dovuto rispondere, «con un lieve tremolio della mano; mi imbarcherò in un percorso dall'ironia alla sincerità nella metropoli che sprofonda, come un aspirante Whitman della vulnerabile rete».

Of course, if we've learned anything, it's how dangerous that fragile masculinity can be.)