Quotes About Vulnerability

When I look at my picture I read stubbornness, balked vanity, panic, vulnerability.)

Here is where the modern cult of love enters: it is the main way in which we test ourselves for strength of feeling, and find ourselves deficient.

The story must strike a nerve—in me. My heart should start pounding when I hear the first line in my head. I start trembling at the risk.

There is the satisfaction of being able to look at the image without flinching. There is the pleasure of flinching.

I received a letter from a close friend. I did not open it for a week. It lay smoldering on my night table. The envelope bearing the name of a mere acquaintance I tore open eagerly as I came up the stairs, confident that the letter inside would contain nothing that could disturb me or hurt me.

Hay algo depredador en la acción de hacer una foto. Fotografiar personas es violarlas, pues se las ve como jamás se ven a sí mismas, se las conoce como nunca pueden conocerse; transforma a las personas en objetos que pueden ser poseídos simbólicamente. Así como la cámara es una sublimación del arma, fotografiar a alguien es cometer un asesinato sublimado, un asesinato blando, digno de una época triste, atemorizada.

Not only did the angry villagers hound their monsters to the edge of town, they reproached her for being vulnerable to the torches.

The notion of lovers living together is altogether too demanding. One can be caught so unready.

She wasn't at peace the way that artist painted her. She was leaning forward, and the rigidness of her spine showed the ache in her soul. She was a desperate woman with frailties just like her, temptations just liker her, a woman who had needs, a woman who loved almost to the point of there being no more her anymore, a woman who probably cried too much, just like her, a woman afraid, wanting to believe rather than believing...

All cruelty springs from weakness. —Lucius Annaeus Seneca

If you can't share your true self with someone, he once told me, you're wasting your time.

Fear and love were sometimes the same thing both necessary unavoidable. Now she understood that it was okay to bleed if you know how to heal.

I love you Daddy. How hard was that to say Why hadn't she said it before Because she wasn't sure she meant it or was she afraid it would be one-sided

Dreams changed a person, and there was a little danger in that, because having a powerful dream made you vulnerable to failure and disappointment.

He was the worst kind of liar, the kind who took hearts as hostages and broke them with impunity.

Falling for him was too easy. Falling in general was easy. It was the landing you had to watch out for.

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage. —LAO TZU

Acting was all about making yourself feel things-love,rage,euphoria,agony. She had to unlearn those things now. She had to teach herself not to feel. Refusing to feel hurt also meant she numbed herself to joy, but the sacrifice was worth it.

Everyone had pain. But not everyone had to stay hidden behind it.

Maybe the lesson to be learned here was that the price of letting someone into her heart was the pain of letting go. Or maybe the even harder work of holding on, no matter what the risk.

We buy insurance because we're scared we'll lose what we've got. Why are we scared? Because the insurance companies keep reminding us how much we've got to lose. Then, when you've got a claim, they send somebody out to tell you why they can't pay.

But that is not to say that there might not be someone in the world - I do not say I have seen him yet - whom I would be a little afraid to look at sometimes - for fear that he might be looking sad - or lost - or thoughtful, or - what, you know, might seem the worst of all - brooding on some private anger or hurt and so not knowing or caring if I looked at him at all.

The sky spoke to him. It was a language he had never heard before. He was not even certain there were words. Perhaps it only spoke to him in the black writing the birds made. He was small and unprotected and there was no escape. He was caught between earth and sky as if cupped between two hands. They could crush him if they chose.

Cats are rather delicate creatures and they are subject to a good many ailments, but I never heard of one who suffered from insomnia.