Quotes About Vulnerability

it's easy to like pregnant women—they're like ducklings or bunnies or dogs.

I don't want her to kill you. I mean, someday you burn her grilled cheese, and the next thing you know, my phone's ringing and you've taken an awful fall from the roof or some shit. Leave.

Di solito non ho la sensazione di esistere. Ho l'impressione che una folata di vento possa spazzarmi via, facendomi scomparire per sempre, senza lasciare di me neppure un frammento di unghia. In certi giorni il pensiero mi pare rassicurante, in certi altri mi raggela. La sensazione di inconsistenza deriva, suppongo, dal fatto che so così poco del mio passato, o se non altro questa è la conclusione a cui arrivati gli strizzacervelli all'ospedale.

Desi has loved me ever since the lie, I know he pictures making love to me, how gentle and reassuring he would be as he plunged into me, stroking my hair. I know he pictures me crying softly as I give myself to him.

I am a little too much, and he is a little too little. I am a thornbush, bristling from the overattention of my parents, and he is a man of a million little fatherly stab wounds, and my thorns fit perfectly into them.

Sinto como se uma rajada de vento quente pudesse soprar em minha direção e me fazer desaparecer para sempre, nenhuma ponta de unha deixada para trás. Alguns dias acho essa ideia reconfortante; em outros, ela me dá arrepios.

What do I say to a man who knows how I think and still sleeps next to me with the lights off?

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.

Estoy aquí.» No suelo sentir que lo esté; me siento como si una ráfaga cálida de viento fuese a soplar en mi dirección y a hacerme desaparecer para siempre, sin dejar siquiera un cachito de uña.

Give me a man with a little fight in him, a man who calls me on my bullshit. (But who also kind of likes my bullshit.) And yet: Don't land me in one of those

It was true, Ben at age two was an astonishing thing. He'd demand love outright, grab at a breast or an arm, but as soon as he had enough affection, and that came quickly, he'd go completely limp, play dead until you let him go.

Friends see most of each other's flaws. Spouses see every awful last bit. If she punished a friend of a few months by throwing herself down a flight of stairs, what would she do to a man who was dumb enough to marry her?

My penis lay pathetically along my left thigh, like some small animal washed ashore.

Finger, whore, hollow!

He is learning to love me unconditionally, under all my conditions.

Y en aquel momento quise besarla, tal como la había besado la primera vez: entrechocando los dientes, su cara ladeada frente a la mía, haciéndome cosquillas en los brazos con el pelo, un beso húmedo y con lengua mientras yo no pensaba en nada más que en el beso, porque habría sido peligroso pensar en cualquier cosa al margen de lo agradable que resultaba.

As a child, I was constantly being sent on playdates with other kids—the shrinks insisted I interact with cohorts. That's what my meeting with Lyle was like: those first loose, horrible ten minutes, when the grown-ups have left, and neither kid knows what the other one wants, so you stand there, near the TV they've told you to keep off, fiddling with the antenna.

A veces me pregunto si esa es la raíz de su desprecio por mí: permite que vea sus defectos y me odia por conocerlos.

It took this awful situation for us to realize it. Nick and I fit together. I am a little too much, and he is a little too little. I am a thorn bush, bristling from the overattention of my parents, and he is a man of a million little fatherly stab wounds, and my thorns fit perfectly into them.

A veces, cuando dejas que la gente te haga cosas, en realidad tú se las haces a ellos»

The ones we picked? We didn't call them marks, or prey or victims. We called them Tonys, because my dad was named Tony and he could never say no to anyone (although I assume he said no to my mom at least once, when she asked him to stay).

This man might kill me.

I never knew I was capable of being ridiculous over a man.

Los irónicos siempre se deshacen cuando se ven confrontados con la más absoluta sinceridad, es su kriptonita.