Quotes About Vulnerability

Que dormía, acurrucada, metiéndose dentro de él, perdida en la nada al sentir que se quebraba su carne, que se abría como un surco abierto por un clavo ardoroso, luego tibio, luego dulce dando golpes duros contra su carne blanda; sumiéndose más, hasta el gemido.

Me sentí en un mundo lejano y me dejé arrastrar. Mi cuerpo, que parecía aflojarse, se doblaba ante todo, había soltado sus amarras y cualquiera podía jugar con él como si fuera de trapo.

Me han golpeado, sabes, me han dado duros golpes en eso que le llaman sentimiento. No sé quién; pero si sé que a veces, cuando me examino el alma, la siento un poco quebrada

god has shown me that conducting our lives to look like The Untouchables --looking like we have it all together, like we are perfect--does not leave straight path for others to follow.

Marc: Why are we so afraid of joy? Judd: That's the question. And I've thought about it a lot, and I think it's because we think right behind joy is a knife that will cut our throat if we really feel it. It's almost like a laugh—your chin goes up and your throat is exposed. If I laugh too loud, someone will slit my throat. That's the terror of joy.

Even though I'm a Jedi, I am not invincible.

She'd never had so many secrets before. She'd never imagined she could be so afraid. She'd never imagined she could be so brave.

She'd never had so many secrets before. She'd never imagined she could be so afraid. She'd never imagined she could be so brave.

Never regret trusting someone. It proves you have a heart.

Self-revelation without analysis or understanding becomes merely an embarrassment to both reader and writer.

Let's face it. We're undone by each other. And if we're not, we're missing something. If this seems so clearly the case with grief, it is only because it was already the case with desire. One does not always stay intact. It may be that one wants to, or does, but it may also be that despite one's best efforts, one is undone, in the face of the other, by the touch, by the scent, be the feel, by the prospect of the touch, by the memory of the feel.

Precariousness and precarity are intersecting concepts. Lives are by definition precarious: they can be expunged at will or by accident; their persistence is in no sense guaranteed

In other words, they appeal to the state for protection, but the state is precisely that from which they require protection. To be protected from violence by the nation-state is to be exposed to the violence wielded by the nation-state, so to rely on the nation-state for protection from violence is precisely to exchange one potential violence for another. There may, indeed, be few other choices.

His gaze held hers, and his voice was tender and rough. "Love me, Elizabeth." Elizabeth felt a tremor run through her entire body, but she looked at him without flinching. "I do.

She wept with shame for her lack of will and with fear for a love she couldn't control.

Jennifer Merrick had stored all her tears inside her, and her pride and courage would never permit her to break down and shed them.

It would have hurt no matter who took you the first time.

Firmly, taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger,Nick turned her face up to his, forcing her to look into his teasing gray eyes. If I'm so beautiful, why won't you look at me? That was a silly thing for me to tell you, Lauren apologized with quiet dignity, and... It was definitely a gross exaggeration- he smiled, taking his hand away from her chin -but I liked it.And, in case you're interested, he added, his voice turning husky, no one has ever told me that before.

When she was naked she generally found her body rather beautiful, although she could never in a million years have admitted this to anyone. In clothes, in front of other people, she felt ashamed of her weight, her sloppiness, always something, but it was more because of what she felt they saw when they looked at her. Now

Someone once called Lincoln two-faced. 'If I am two-faced, would I wear the face that I have now?' Lincoln asked. Abraham Lincoln wasn't much of a dancer. 'Miss Todd, I should like to dance with you in the worst way,' he told his future wife. Miss Todd later said to a friend, 'He certainly did.' John Quincy Adams was a first-rate swimmer. Once when he was skinny-dipping in the Potomac River, a women reporter snatched his clothes and sat on them until he gave her an interview.

We seem to feel as though the life our children have -- that we have built for them -- is just a delicate house of cards, held together by the most intricate balancing of all its carefully selected components, and that the slightest shock, the slightest jar to all our perfect orchestration, will bring the whole edifice crashing down.

Sex is a commitment...Once you're there you can't go back to holding hands...and when you give yourself both mentally and physically...well, you're completely vulnerable.

I am not scared of you, I am scare of these feelings.

I made promises to you that I'm not sure I can keep.