Quotes About Vulnerability

It's become fashionable these days to say that the writer writes because he is not whole, he has a wound, he writes to heal it, but who cares if the writer is not whole; of course the writer is not whole, or even particularly well.

Everyone writes in whatever way feels comfortable to them. People write songs because maybe they don't feel so comfortable talking about whatever matters.

I know Ed Sheeran writes with a bunch of fantastic writers, but for me, it's quite difficult to be that honest with other people.

From the beginning, my songwriting was from writing in a journal; it was completely unfiltered. I don't know if I really meant to show everyone this side of me, but when I saw how people resonated to the things I was saying, some of the questions I was asking, I realized I was not alone.

Writing a song is so personal. You have to have trust in someone you're working with; otherwise, you're not gonna come out with something that's really you.

If I can keep losing myself - and finding parts of myself - in other people's writing and direction, then that's all I can really ask for. That's all I want, to keep losing myself.

Because I write what I feel the most heavy about. So if there is one day of the week when I feel completely crushed by existential dread, I'll end up writing about it, not the great day I had at the park with my friends. I hope it resonates with people - and it does, with some.

What will I do if I find myself with a heart? Lose it constantly, I imagine.

You know our Alice. She plays hide-and-seek but sometimes forgets to ask someone to look for her.

Such silly things, children—and so embarrassing—because they keep changing themselves out of shame, out of a need to be loved or something.

When the times are a crucible, when the air is full of crisis those who are the most themselves are the victims.

Her head had turned quickly away...Not to hide her tears but to soften the fact of their absence.

The woman is bad-tempered because she's terrified.

Being vulnerable to desolation also arises from being unable to picture a set of choices with which to change your lot in life

When the times are a crucible, when the air is full of crisis," she said, "those who are the most themselves are the victims.

How brave that had made her feel, and how vulnerable too.

How like a spoon with a razor edge is human need.

The wind was picking up, and the Scarecrow shivered.

I realized that for my own part, I was much more likely to take risks, reach out to others, and expose myself to rejection and failure when I felt happy. When I felt unhappy, I felt defensive, touchy, and self-conscious.

As you get older, the heart shed its leaves like a tree. You cannot hold out against certain winds. Each day tears away a few more leaves; and then there are the storms that break off several branches at one go. And while nature's greenery grows back again in the spring, that of the heart never grows back.

It is true that I am endowed with an absurd sensitiveness, what scratches others tears me to pieces.

The hearts of women are like little pieces of furniture wherein things are secreted, full of drawers fitted into each other; one hurts himself, breaks his nails in opening them, and then finds within only some withered flower, a few grains of dust - or emptiness! And then perhaps he felt afraid of learning too much about the matter.

Quanto a Emma, non si chiedeva se lo amasse. Ella credeva che l'amore dovesse arrivare all'improvviso, con fragori e folgori; uragano dei cieli che cade sulla vita, la sconvolge, strappa via le volontà come foglie, e trascina all'abisso il cuore intero. Ella non sapeva che sulle terrazze delle case la pioggia forma laghetti quando le grondaie sono ingorgate, e avrebbe continuato a credersi al sicuro, quando a un tratto scoprì una crepa nel muro.

na zoveel onenigheid hadden ze elkaar ten slotte gevonden in dezelfde menselijke zwakheid; en zij verroerden zich al net zomin als het lijk naast hen, dat eveneens door de slaap scheen overmand