Quotes About Vulnerability

I need to be ambushed, caught unawares, like some sort of feral love-jackal. I'm too self-conscious otherwise.

Everywhere felt like a jail now- doors opening and closing, and me never feeling safe.

Sometimes I think illness sits inside every woman, waiting for the right moment to bloom. I have known so many sick women all my life.

Frank Curry thinks I'm a soft touch. Might be because I'm a woman. Might be because I'm a soft touch.

Ironic people always dissolve when confronted with earnestness, it's their kryptonite.

Women have spent so many years girl-powering ourselves... we've left no room to acknowledge our dark side. Dark sides are important. They should be nurtured like nasty black orchids.

He promised to take care of me, and yet I feel afraid. I feel like something is going wrong, very wrong, and that it will get even worse.

Another time-honored ploy: A woman is less likely to throw you out if she's offered her hospitality. If you have allergies or a cold, asking for a tissue is even better. Women love vulnerability. Most women.

But one day I will wear him down, I will catch him off guard, and he will lose the energy for the nightly battle, and he will get in bed with me. In the middle of the night, I'll turn to face him and press myself against him. I'll hold myself to him like a climbing, coiling vine until I have invaded every part of him and made him mine.

El amor hace que quieras ser un hombre mejor, vale, de acuerdo. Pero a lo mejor el amor, el verdadero amor, también te autoriza para ser simplemente el hombre que eres.

I don't feel the need to explain my actions to her. I don't clarify, I don't doubt, I don't worry. I don't tell her everything, not anymore, but I tell her more than anyone else, by far. I tell her as much as I can.

I am not okay. I will be okay, but right now I am not okay. I want my husband to put his arms around me, to console me, to baby me a little bit. Just for a second. Inside

How do you keep safe when your whole day is as wide and empty as the sky? Anything could happen.

She was a worst-case scenarist on a grand scale. Because it was never just that the door was unlocked, it was that the door was unlocked, and men were inside, and they were waiting to rape and kill her.

He felt like an animal limping away, some wounded buck that needed to be put down.

There was just me, left wretched in my childhood bed.

Like a child, I picture opening her skull, unspooling her brain and sifting through it, trying to catch and pin down her thoughts.

I'd always liked our inside jokes the best—they made me feel more connected to Amy than any amount of confessional truth-telling or passionate lovemaking or talk-till-sunrising.

I just figured you'd be too proud. Self-conscious and proud." I was a rather nasty cocktail of both those traits

Ironic people always dissolve when confronted with earnestness, it's their kryptonite. Dorothy

Stay away from boys. They'll either throw rocks or look up your skirt.

When I was fourteen, I thought a lot about killing myself--it's a hobby today, but at age fourteen it was a vocation.

So it had to stop. Committing to Nick, feeling safe with Nick, being happy with Nick, made me realize that there was a Real Amy in there, and she was so much better, more interesting and complicated and challenging, than Cool Amy. Nick wanted Cool Amy anyway. Can you imagine, finally showing your true self to your spouse, your soul mate, and having him not like you? So that's how the hating first began. I've thought about this a lot, and that's where it started, I think.

I'm here, I said, and it felt shockingly comforting, those words. When I'm panicked, I say them aloud to myself. I'm here. I don't usually feel that I am. I feel like a warm gust of wind could exhale my way and I'd be disappeared forever, not even a sliver of fingernail left behind. On some days, I find this thought calming; on others it chills me. My