Quotes About Vulnerability

In spite of the range of needs and wants that go unmet when we don't love, it may feel safer to not love. We don't risk the uncertainty and vulnerability of closeness. We don't risk the pain of loving, and for many of us love has caused a great deal of pain.

Real power comes from feeling our feelings, not from ignoring them. Real strength comes, not from pretending to be strong all the time, but from acknowledging our weaknesses and vulnerabilities.

When we don't get close to people, at least we know what to expect: nothing.

He'd come back, all open and helpless, and I suppose that's what won her around in the end. But it was so sad, because it was being himself that he found so difficult to cope with.

The thing that truly amazes me about myself is that I'm actually more scared of being embarrassed than anything else.

Pensa sem cessar que és homem, isto é, o vivente mais sujeito aos caprichos da sorte.

Anyone who thought this would be a weak point in the manor's defenses would have a rude surprise, shortly before coming down with a serious case of death.

So her safe little world would never be safe again... She knew that the nurturing hand also held the knife, and that was very unsettling.

Sympathy can be addictive and can kill strong men as surely as a diet of nothing but sugar.

Love now–a good, solid love is something infinitely rarer and more difficult to maintain, because you don't know everything your partner is feeling. Love takes work. Love means being able to apologize and mean it when you blunder. Love is worth fighting for!

Suddenly my palms were damp and I was more nervous than I'd been facing down that Mage. After all, the only thing he could do was kill me horribly. These people…they could make me look stupid.

Don't be ashamed for allowing yourself to feel, little brother," came the quiet words. "You should rather feel sorry for those who do not. They are either cripples—or very sick in soul." As

an untutored lout with a sledgehammer could kill you just as dead as an assassin with a stiletto.

Why do you always come in to kiss me while I'm on the toilet? I asked. Makes us feel close to you, Chuck said, surprised I would ask. Peeing is one of the special things we share.

There is a great fear that plagues only romantics and children... it is that they might be alright alone.

Of Swelter's acreage, only a perch or two here and there might, if broken, prove vulnerable loam. That he bled profusely could prove little. There was blood in him to revitalize an anaemic army, with enough left over to cool the guns. Placed end to end, his blood vessels might have coiled up the Tower of Flints and half way down again like a Virginia creeper -- a vampire's home from home.

So limp of brain that for them to conceive an idea is to risk a haemorrhage. So limp of body that their purple dresses appear no more indicative of housing nerves and sinews than when they hang suspended from their hooks.

Bellgrove, eminently lovable, because of his individual weakness, his incompetence, his failure as a man, a scholar, a leader or even as a companion, was neverless utterly alone. For the weak, above all, have their friends. Yet his gentleness, his pretence at authority, his palpable humanity were unable, for some reason or other, to function. He was demonstrably the type of venerable and absent-minded professor about whom all the sharp-beaked boys of the world should swarm.

al die bewogen en gesloten zielen in wie de laatste zuchten van een onweer nog rommelen, en die ver terugwijken voor de brutale blik van de mensen die plezier maken en niets te doen hebben.

Zijn mooie, matte ogen, van een donkere en onbestemde kleur, leken op viooltjes die de last van de dikke tranen van het onweer nog dragen (...)

And finally, remember that light can only shine through broken vessels, and we are all a little broken. Sometimes it is the broken-ness that gives us the fire.

Light can only shine through broken vessels.

The other final memory, from growing up on the island, is of going on a monster run one day, and getting very bad groin rub on the last mile towards home. I had endured the rubbing for the previous eight miles, but it was now becoming agony. No one was around, the village was deserted, it was a warm summer's evening, so I took my shorts off and continued the final leg of the run naked. No

So much of my identity was in the physical. Now I just felt exposed and vulnerable. Not being able to bend down to tie your shoelaces or twist to clean your backside without acute and severe pain leaves you feeling hopeless.