Quotes About Vulnerability

After all, inside every woman, no matter how grown up she is, there is still a frightened little girl.

Estaba pálida, no se había depilado, jamás se hubiera exhibido de esa forma si me amara; nunca unas piernas me habían hecho sentir tan solo.

Comenzamos a crecer cuando exponemos nuestros errores, pues es la única oportunidad que tenemos para arrepentirnos, cambiar y poder ver nuestra miseria.

Sex is not about taking your clothes off; it's about holding another person's soul in your hands.

The secret to being wrong isn't to avoid being wrong! The secret is being willing to be wrong. The secret is realizing that wrong isn't fatal.

Of all the weapons in the world, love is the most dangerous.

I feel rather like a rabbit that has taken a fox for its pupil.

Of all the weapons in the world, love was the most dangerous.

There were people you cared about. Maybe not many, but there were a few and when you cared about them enough it hurt.

It's not so simple as "They are a good person, so I like them." First, you fall for them. Then even after you know their all bad sides, you still want to hug them. With all their sides included.

There are neither the strong nor the weak. Can anyone say that the weak do not suffer more than the strong?

Men's strengths go hand in hand with their weaknesses. That is why there is no such thing as an invincible warrior, and why heroes die.

Tears are the weapons of the weak and the condolence of the powerful.

Lia: "You've changed your mind about wanting to marry me. You're afraid I'll burn down your home. Embarrass you in front of all the other city brutes." Zane: "I'm afraid," he said gently, "that you will burn down my heart.

I didn't ask you to catch me!" "You're so delightful when you're irrational. Of course I'm going to catch you." He slid a hand behind her nape and kissed her again. "It's what I do.

He felt beyond himself. He felt for the first time in his adult life a shadow of fear in his heart--fear for her, for what he actually wanted from her--and for himself, for what he might do.

The difficulty with becoming a patient is that as soon as you get horizontal, part of your being yearns, not for a doctor, but for a medicine man.

Today we can hear the whisper where we least expect it: in a baby refugee and in a homeless rabbi, in crack addicts and displaced children, in a groaning creation.

Don't tell me that [broken heartstrings] hurt less than a broken bone, that an ingrown life is something surgeons can cut away, that there's no way for it to metastasize — it does.

And you are worth the time it takes to take the time to get to know you. We've managed to muttle through the awkward stage of i like you and you like me, but when we both finally said 'yes' life became a multiple choice test, not knowing anything we became each others best guess. and, holding your hand is less like exploration and more like discovery. lady, i don't have to study you to be sure. you're the choice i made before i knew what the other choices were

I sit before flowers hoping they will train me in the art of opening up

A question like "do you love me?" was an itch our doctors told us not to scratch.

I lost my sense of trust, honesty and compassion. I crashed down and became what I consider an emotional mess. I've never been so miserable in my whole life. I just wanted to go to bed and never get up.

I spent a lot of my life holding back my cries, and I want to change that because it's not good for me.