Quotes About Vulnerability

Je suis un peu trop, et il n'est pas tout à fait assez. Je suis un buisson d'épines, hérissée par l'excès d'attention de mes parents, et il est transpercé d'un million de petits coups de poignards paternels. Mes épines logent parfaitement dans ses cicatrices.

Pienso en lo estúpida que soy por haber dejado entrar a estos dos individuos. Por haber asumido que podría controlarles, cuando son criaturas feroces, acostumbradas a encontrar un punto de apoyo sobre el que hacer palanca para explotar las debilidades ajenas, siempre necesitados de más, mientras que yo soy nueva en esto. En lo de necesitar.

Love makes you want to be a better man- right, right. But maybe love, real love, also gives you the permission to just be the man you are.

Sometimes when you let people do things to you, you're really doing it to them.

Really, dude? How do you get through life without breaking something? Your mom wrap you in bubble wrap?

Day, would meet harm on top of it? Wasn't I safe by default?

Although watching her three children toddle to her, sleep-stained from their nap, rubbing their eyes while they make their way to Mama, little hands touching her knee or arm as if she were home base, as if they knew they were safe... it hurts me sometimes to watch.

In his attempt to frighten me, my father had made me realize that to prevent suffering a man must be capable of suffering, that a man who cannot suffer is not alive.

to prevent suffering a man must be capable of suffering, ... a man who cannot suffer is not alive.

That everything human has its origin in human weakness.

Io ti amo, e siccome voglio che tu non ne dubiti, te lo ripeto, io ti amo, e torno a ripeterlo, ti amo, così potrai sempre rinfacciarmelo, se ti dicessi un giorno ch'erano parole sfuggite nell'emozione di donarti la mia verginità.>>

What is home? My favorite definition is a safe place, a place where one is free from attack, a place where one experiences secure relationships and affirmation. It's a place where people share and understand each other. Its relationships are nurturing. The people in it do not need to be perfect; instead, they need to be honest, loving, supportive, recognizing a common humanity that makes all of us vulnerable.

I guess each of us, at some time, finds one person with whom we are compelled toward absolute honesty, one person whose good opinion of us becomes a substitute for the broader opinion of the world. And that opinion becomes more important than all our sneaky, sleazy schemes of greed, lust, self-aggrandizement, whatever we are up to while lying the world into believing that we are just plain nice folks.

I guess each of us, at some time, finds one person with whom we are compelled toward absolute honesty, one person whose good opinion of us becomes a substitute for the broader opinion of the world. And that opinion becomes more important than all our sneaky, sleazy schemes of greed, lust, self-aggrandizement, whatever we are up to while lying the world into believing we are just plain nice folks. I was her truth object, and she was mine.

I guess each of us, at some time, finds one person with whom we are compelled toward absolute honesty, one person whose good opinion of us becomes a substitute for the broader opinion of the world.

So Lorraine found herself, on her knees, surrounded by the most dangerous species in existence—human males with an erection to validate in a world that was only six feet wide.

Whatever was lacking within him that made it impossible to confront the difficulties of life could not be supplied with words. She saw it now. There was a void in his being that had been padded and cushioned over the years, and now that covering had grown impregnable. She bit on her bottom lip and swallowed back a sob. God had given her what she prayed for—a little boy who would always need her.

so whatever you want to do, just do it...Making a damn fool of yourself is absolutely essential.

Hard experience had taught her that the biggest danger often lay in those factors that could not be prepared for.

Don't be amazed. There is nothing strange about eight white men being alone and therefore helpless.

Through the years I came to realize that some of the most important insights I gained about myself came not from my friends but from my critics who, while playing rough, nevertheless alerted me to blind spots and inadequacies no one else had the courage to tell me about.

Carl Jung explained that we tend to attack in others what we are most uncomfortable with in ourselves. When vulnerability is the enemy, it is attacked wherever it is perceived, even in a best friend.

Attachment is both a shield and a sword.

those who can't. Attachment and vulnerability—these two great themes of human existence—go hand in hand.