Quotes About Vulnerability

Be the dress, she told herself. Be the bonnet, Jane. Stage fright, that's all this is. I'm just afraid of looking like a fool. So stop it. Admit that you are a fool already and do this so you can let it go.

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

I know I would crumble if I lost you.

Hi." Paul said from her couch, flooding her system with adrenaline. He'd kicked off his shoes and was lounging there as if he had the right to be in her home. "I let myself in. You left the balcony door open." Andrea stopped in her tracks and it took a few seconds to find her tongue. "I never leave my doors unlocked or open." she paused, "and we are three stories up.

I'm just afraid if I get used to leaning on you and you decide to walk away, I'll... fall over.

Honey, love isn't like rappeling into a cave, where you can control your descent and how deep you go. It's just falling into the hole.

Nobody has the power to hurt you more than the person who loves you the most.

I was working up the courage to knock." "I don't look that bad in the morning." "It's pretty early. I wasn't sure you'd be up.

Then he lifted his head and looked down into her face. "Before we go any further, one more thing." She groaned. "Seriously?" "One wisecrack about a magic penis," he warned, "and I don't care if I have to dump ice cubes down my pants, I'll walk away. Bowlegged, probably, but I'll walk." She laughed and slid her hands under her back to undo her bra. "I'll try to contain myself.

He'd just retrieved the stash of condoms from the bedside drawer and tossed them in the duffel because he'd be damned if he'd facilitate her sleeping with some other guy in the future, when Emma walked in.

That's the important stuff. I could write it on a sticky note, if you want, along with my favorite sexual position. Which isn't missionary, by the way." It was right there on the tip of her tongue—then what is your favorite sexual position?—but she bit it back.

I put on embarrassment in the same way I put on Liliya's dress. It clings to my skin.

What I have since realized is that if people expect you to be brave, sometimes you pretend that you are, even when you are frightened down to your very bones.

Please, God, help me not to be afraid to love again.

We tend to forget at times that it is the little ones, the children, who do suffer the greatest hurt. If we cannot comprehend why certain sorrows are visited upon us, how on earth can they?

There's not a man alive who doesn't know fear, Dickon. The brave man is the one who has learned to hide it, that's all

The feeling which rocked him took him completely off-guard, and her own corresponding gasps of pleasure as she spasmed around him made him tip his head back in a disbelieving kind of wonder as he came and came and came, his seed spilling uselessly into the condom. And then he rolled off her and gazed unseeingly at the ceiling. He hadn't known it could feel quite like that.

I think when we feel scared, they feel strong.

I think when get scared, they feel strong.'--Stella

I had not put into words, yet—the worst thing, but I thought that I could say it, if I said it word by word.

and love seemed to rest, on us, in a place where, for that hour, it felt death could not reach, and someone was singing in my hearing, without words, that no one can live without reaching death, but I could have lived without having loved almost without reserve, and for a moment, then, I thought I lived forever with him.

It struck cold awe to my heart, now, to look at who I had been who had thought it was impossible that he or I could touch another.

I feel like his victim, and he seems my victim

I am so ashamed before my friends—to be known to be left by the one who supposedly knew me best, each hour is a room of shame, and I am swimming, swimming holding my head up, smiling, joking, ashamed, ashamed, like being naked with the clothed, or being a child, having to try to behave while hating the terms of your life.