Quotes About Vulnerability

What woman could resist a handsome, wealthy, powerful, nice man who was also just a tiny bit broken inside? It meant that in spite of him seemingly having everything, there was something he still needed from me.

Ik begreep plotseling waarom de schaars geklede filmheldinnen altijd in katzwijm vielen in hun redders armen: niet omdat ze zulke slappe troela's waren, maar omdat je blijkbaar slappe knieën krijgt als een man iets heel bijzonders doet om jou te redden, en dat was, merkte ik nu, een plezierig gevoel.

For a while I couldn't leave the house by myself. Even if I was just grocery shopping alone, I'd get self-conscious.

You're tough Layla, but you're wounded. You've been hurt one too many times. You've seen too much and you've bled out inside. If someone doesn't start looking out for you, there won't be anything left.

There you go...let it all slide out. Unhappiness can't stick in a person's soul when it's slick with tears.

But when she turned her back to the lights, she saw that the night was so dark...She could not see the stars. The world felt as high as the depthless night sky and deeper than she could know. She understood, suddenly and keenly, that she was too small to run away, and she sat on the damp ground and cried.

Isi, I'm trying to say that you've been… no, you're so, you're–" He stopped. "You are," he said. His hand found hers, and he held her finger tightly, as though he did not dare to do any more than hold her one hand, and look at her, and breathe deeply.

How could you miss it? Just the sound of her voice makes my chest feel tight, my face gets hot and my mouth goes dry whenever she's near. It's getting so bad, all I have to do is see her and I'm already thinking, 'What does she want? What can I do for her?' She's got some power over me, there's no question, and what else could it be? ~Razo

The three girls were sitting and lying beside her, holding one another, weeping, their arms and legs and hair tangled like the roots of close trees, sobs shaking them like leaves in a high wind.

He looked at her, and the clarity of his dark eyes struck her heart with a sensation of a wound touched.

It must be a marvelous thing to feel so sure, to be able to meet someone's eyes and not look away.

Courage is not fearlessness.

You, uh, caught me there at an unladylike moment. Mrs. Wattlesbrook would probably box my ears." "That's why I spoke. I wanted to let you know you were not alone before you did something--something worse." "Like what?" "Whatever women do when they think they're alone.

A pod for peas wears hearts on a sleeve.

I feel like a tiny bug, and the world is a hungry bird looking down at me.

Rollan didn't admit the other reason.

But fluttery hope suggested that when she was ready to open back up, perhaps all emotions wouldn't be stones-pressing-chest horrible. She had no specific expectations. She just contemplated that bird's heartbeat inside her and considered it was time to take a chance.

That swindler, he tricked my ma and got away with it too. But he didn't even slow her down. It's good to cry a bit,'cause that helps us get through the rough parts. And the winter is tough, there's no doubt. But we just hang on until spring when that ache will be all but swallowed up.

They were not pursuing the bandits. Miri felt so relieved she began to cry behind closed eyes. "She's weeping from fright," Miri heard someone whisper. "Poor delicate creature.

and thought how her chest felt like a gutted walnut shell, and wondered if that sensation might last forever.

I'm going to be a tilting boat," he said. "I'm going to be taking in a lot of water, and perhaps I'll keel over or perhaps I'll sink." "That was quite a metaphor." "I can't talk about it straight. It hurts.

Ani saw herself clearly in that moment, as a face in darkness gains sudden dimensions in a flash of lightning - a young girl, a silly thing, a lapdog, a broken mare.

It was different with him. It was as though he was naked to embarrass *me.* It was so strange how Khasar just stood there and laughed at my discomfort. So strange, and I was too afraid to do anything, even to look away. Then the last of the sunlight faded, and I realized why he'd taken off his clothes. It was so they wouldn't rip.

Still, I am ashamed that I was ashamed. Marda, I hope you are not ashamed of me for being ashamed. If so, shame on you.