Quotes About Vulnerability

At seventy-two years old, women can still run roughshod over your heart. That's something that never occurred to me, and I find it terrifying, but oddly reassuring.

maybe what you consider fearlessness is actually just an expert level of loneliness.

Why'd you come to me?" "Really?" "Yeah." "I care less about letting you down.

You OK?" she says, raising her eyebrows. "You're teetering." He nods and steadies himself against the wall. "Aren't we all," he says.

We all start out so damn sure, thinking we've got the world on a string. If we ever stopped to think about the infinite number of ways we could be undone, we'd never leave our bedrooms.

It's true. somewhere inside us we are all the ages we have ever been. We're the 3 year old who got bit by the dog. We're the 6 year old our mother lost track of at the mall. We're the 10 year old who get tickled till we wet our pants. We're the 13 year old shy kid with zits. We're the 16 year old no one asked to the prom, and so on. We walk around in the bodies of adults until someone presses the right button and summons up one of those kids.

I'm not the same person I was. I'm fucked up." I give her a sideways glance. "I am," she says. "You haven't even scratched the surface." "I find that most people worth knowing are fucked up in some way or another.

Maybe the truly handicapped people are the ones that don't need God as much.

Deny your weakness, and you will never realize God's strength in you.

The weaker I am, the harder I must lean on God's grace; the harder I lean on him, the stronger I discover him to be, and the bolder my testimony to his grace.

I wished God were like He used to be, a few notches lower. I wanted Him to be lofty enough to help me but not so uncontrollable. I longed for His warm presence, times when He seemed more… safe.

I'm porous with travel fever But you know I'm so glad to be on my own Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger Can set up trembling in my bones. I know no one's going to show me everything We all come and go unknown Each so deep and superficial Between the forceps and the stone.

You can't push on a person so hard that they have to give up every single secret, she was discovering. Some things were better locked away in the heart where they could remain a hard, bitter kernel that they had become in such darkness.

Next to love, crying is perhaps the most healing activity for the heart.

He isn't a codebase; he is a human being, and bugs are harder to spot and fix in humans. You can't just deploy a fix immediately. It takes time to identify the problem and foster and grow a change.

In jou, Lizzie Rosenfeld, bange bakvis, dappere hoer, ondermaans onderwatermeisje, alleen in jou verdiep ik mij, dompel ik mij onder, graaf ik mij in, tot victorieuze verstikking toe.

And if you think tough men are dangerous, wait until you see what weak men are capable of.

The things that pose the greatest threats to your survival are the most real things.

I will trust you—I will extend my hand to you—despite the risk of betrayal, because it is possible, through trust, to bring out the best in you, and perhaps in me. So,

If you will not reveal yourself to others, you cannot reveal yourself to yourself. That does not only mean that you suppress who you are, although it also means that. It means that so much of what you could be will never be forced by necessity to come forward.

There are so many ways that things can fall apart, or fail to work altogether, and it is always wounded people who are holding it together

what can be truly loved about a person is inseparable from their limitations.

The poor and stressed always die first, and in greater numbers. They are also much more susceptible to non- infectious diseases, such as cancer, diabetes and heart disease.

When things break down, what has been ignored rushes in. When things are no longer specified, with precision, the walls crumble, and chaos makes its presence known. When we've been careless, and let things slide, what we have refused to attend to gathers itself up, adopts a serpentine form, and strikes--often at the worst possible moment. It is then that we see what focused intent, precision of aim and careful attention protects us from.