Quotes About Vulnerability

Therapy, she said. It works. I've tried it. They always end up crying. I think I've helped them have some real breakthrough moments.

He was paying attention. It felt foreign, a little embarrassingly intimate, but kind of great. My eyes filled up.

I had no idea why I was saying this. It just seemed like telling the truth would mean admitting some weaknesses.

Hate it when I wake up to find that people have been creeping around me and have seen me asleep. Unfortunately, it happens to me a lot. I can sleep like a champion.

Never get stabbed- it makes everything awkward.

because displaying real emotion would be gross.

I found out so many things about so many people that I didn't want to know

The spaces were wide and wild. And for the first time since this started, she felt a real sense of the danger here.

My parents t-trust me. Stevie and David looked at her blankly. What's that l-like? David asked.

I think Lucas is going to Misery your ass,' Stevie said. 'Sorry about your ankles.

Stevie wanted to do the same but found she could not move. Angela had been her case, her charge, her person to protect. She had known something was very wrong, but now it was

She had learned, in the slums of her childhood, that honest people were never touchy about the matter of being trusted.

there are people who'll try to hurt you through the good they see in you—knowing that it's the good, needing it and punishing you for it. Don't let it break you when you discover that.

He did not know why her presence made him confess things unconfessed in his own mind.

He knew, for the moment, that he felt affection for Roark; an affection that held pain, astonishment and helplessness.

For once, she expected some emotion from him; and an emotion would be the equivalent of seeing him broken. She did not know what it was about him that had always made her want to see him broken.

One night, lightning struck the oak tree. Eddie saw it the next morning. It lay broken in half, and he looked into its trunk as into the mouth of a black tunnel. The trunk was only an empty shell; its heart had rotted away long ago; there was nothing inside—just a thin gray dust that was being dispersed by the whim of the faintest wind. The living power had gone, and the shape it left had not been able to stand without it. Years

from the fingertips of her one hand to her face, her body was naked but for his metal bracelet. "I'm sorry, Hank," she said, "but I had to do it.

Al serle preguntado cierto día si era capaz de nombrar a un hombre más malvado aún que el que cierra su corazón a la misericordia, respondió: El que utiliza como arma la compasión del otro

remembered what he had said to Dominique once: "A complicated piece of machinery, such as our society ... and by pressing your little finger against one spot ... the center of all its gravity ... you can make the thing crumble into a worthless heap of scrap iron ...

even pain can be confessed, but to confess happiness is to stand naked, delivered to the witness

He led her to the bedroom, he took off her clothes, without a word, in the manner of an owner undressing a person whose consent is not required. He clasped the pendant on her shoulders. She stood naked, the stone between her breasts, like a sparkling drop of blood.

But you're wrong, Paul, you're so wrong! What would happen to Henry's vanity if he didn't have us to throw alms to? What would become of his strength if he didn't have weaker people to dominate? What would he do with himself if he didn't keep us around as dependents? It's quite all right, really, I'm not criticizing him, it's just a law of human nature.

Ese muchacho es vulnerable. Posee demasiada capacidad para el placer. ¿Qué hará en un mundo donde existen tan raras ocasiones de dicha?