Quotes About Vulnerability

Una volta qualcuno mi ha detto che se trasformi il tuo cuore in un'arma, prima o poi finisci per usarla contro di te.

The lines, high on her cheeks, were the dams she used to keep the tears in her eyes. Unspoken, unanswerable questions parted her full, red lips, whenever she was alone, or absorbed in her work.

Prison pulls the masks away from men. You can't hide what you are, in prison. You can't pretend to be tough. You are, or you're not, and everyone knows it.

we spoke to none but the few we trusted with our wounded lives.

The surest way to hurt someone you like, is to put all your trust in him.

Sometimes the lion must roar, just to remind the horse of his fear.

Love survives in us precisely because it isn't wise.

Cruel laughter is the way cowards cry when they're not alone, and causing pain is how they grieve.

The worst things that people do to us always make us feel ashamed. The worst things that people do always strike at the part of us that wants to love the world. And a tiny part of the shame we feel, when we're violated, is shame at being human.

It isn't a secret, unless keeping it hurts.

Love is the opposite of power. That's why we fear it so much.

Some people always manage to make us feel sorry for them, no matter how stupid and angry we feel about it after. They're the canaries, kind of, in the coalmines of our hearts. If we stop feeling sorry for them, when they let us down, we're in deep trouble.

No-one, and nothing, could hurt me. No-one, and nothing, could make me very happy. I was tough, which is probably the saddest thing you can say about a man.

Some women cry easily. The tears fall as gently as fragrant raindrops in a sun-shower, and leave the face clear and clean and almost radiant. Other women cry hard, and all the loveliness in them collapses in the agony of it.

She saw me, and smiled. Those things inside, when the woman you love smiles at you: those spears of courage, that rain.

But you don't get the blues, ever?' she asked. She was so earnest that I wanted to put my arm around her.

People always hurt us with their trust.

Sometimes you break your heart in the right way.

I felt myself reddening slightly, not from embarrassment, but from shame, that she'd said so easily the very words, I like you, that I wouldn't let myself say to her.

Yes. You're a good listener. That's dangerous, because it's so hard to resist. Being listened to—really listened to—is the second-best thing in the world.

The tears, when they came, slipped from he closed eyelids like so many beads on a prayer chain. Some women cry easily. The tears fall as gently as fragrant raindrops in a sun-shower, and leave the face clear and clean and almost radiant. Other women cry hard, and all the loveliness in them collapses in the agony of it.

If you make your heart into a weapon, you always end up using it on yourself.

Crying isn't a weakness, but a kind of strength.

The tears, when they came, slipped from her closed eyelids like so many beads on a prayer chain. Some women cry easily. The tears fall as gently as fragrant raindrops in a sun-shower, and leave the face clear and clean and almost radiant. Other women cry hard, and all the loveliness in them collapses in the agony of it.