Quotes About Vulnerability

Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm.

If you are not sensitive to rejection, doesn't that also mean you're indifferent to love?

I am honestly not sure how capable I am of love. And I'm not sure why.

sometimes I think I've got this hard kernel in my heart, and nothing much can get inside it. I doubt if I can really love anybody.

Your heart is not living intil it has experienced pain... the pain of love breaks open the heart, even if it is as hard as a rock.

It's a little uncomfortable doing love scenes in armor, but, you know, when the heat's on, the heat's on.

I just love making a fool out of myself. I made my living as a clown at kids' parties for about three years.

Choose love and don't ever let fear turn you away from your playful heart

This is what I love about novels - both reading them and writing them. They jump into the abyss to be with you where you are.

Safer than we are." I told Franny. "Safer than love." "let me tell ya kid," Franny said to me, squeezing my hand. "Everything's safer than love.

I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything

I love the fact that I'm bad at [things], you know what I'm saying? I'm forever the 35-year-old 5-year-old. I'm forever the 5-year-old of something.

People love the chaos in my brain, but I'm terrified of it.

There are a thousand ways to hurt someone you love that have nothing to do with physical violence.

Love is about letting go of the fears that stand in front of our hearts.

I love playing confused, broken characters.

To love is to lose control.

All human things hang on a slender thread, the strongest fall with a sudden crash.

See yourself as a small child, fragile and vulnerable, and breathe in. Smile with love to this small child within yourself, and breathe out.

Love is a choice -- not simply, or necessarily, a rational choice, but rather a willingness to be present to others without pretense or guile.

I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love.

You are either withholding your love in fear or giving your deepest gifts.

We hide the truer part of ourselves when we love.

Happiness, for you we walk on a knife edge. To the eyes you are a flickering light, to the feet, thin ice that cracks; and so may no one touch you who loves you.