Quotes About Vulnerability

No matter how strong of a person you are, there's always someone who can make you weak.

I only have so much willpower, Helen," he whispered. "And since you apparently sleep in the most ridiculously transparent tank top I've ever seen, I'm going to have to ask you to get under the covers before I do something stupid.

All damaged people are dangerous. Survival makes them so.' 'Why?' 'Because they have no pity. They know that others can survive, as they did.

I believe now that I was exposed too early to goodness and that I never recovered.

You can't drown yourself that simply. All good suicides involve speed and irreversibility, because the body will always move to protect itself against the sicko mind trying to do it in.

Marry me,' he said. [...] 'No,' she said. 'It scares me.' [...] 'What aspect of it scares you?' 'The loneliness.

She knew what she looked like - someone at the edge of catastrophe, someone already flinching from a blow that had not yet been delivered.

She was afraid of what she called the young man's "personableness." She distrusted it for itself, and hated it as a potential threat to her house.

One of the best temporary cures for pride and affectation is seasickness a man who wants to vomit never puts on airs.

Most everyone seems willing to be a fool himself, but he can't bear to have anyone else one.

I covered my face because they had taken my wisdom teeth out.

Why can't you say it?" I hardened my voice. "Because I'm telling you, you never have. I'd have remembered." He stared at me with disbelief. [...] " Love you? Of course I love you. Baby, I fucking worship you.

Vintage books, old china, antiques; maybe I love old things so much because I feel impermanent myself.

I thought again how odd it was to be on formal terms with someone you had once permitted to lick your ears.

Shrugging out of the damaged shirt, Jake said roughly, "I still dream about you." "I have nightmares about you." I dragged my T-shirt over my head, threw it aside.

Hey, its not much of a closet is it?" "No. Its not. I don't like closets. Life's to short to spend hiding in the dark.

Rick said, "Is there some place we can go and talk?" "You want to talk?," Keir raised an eyebrow. "I never thought I'd see the day." "Nah, I want to tell you this joke I heard." Keir nodded, patient. "Shoot." "Two Irish cops walk into a bar. The first cop says..." Rick's voice dropped. He said gruffly, "I love you. Come home." Keir managed to keep his voice steady. "What's the other cop say?" The sweetness of Rick's smile was like a kick in his chest. "That's what I'm here to find out, boyo.

What the hell are you doing?" I smiled, thinking how odd it was that he was the only person in the world I could say this to. "I'm scared." He was staring at me. "No way. I've never known anyone with more guts than you." "We're just not afraid of the same things.

That's the thing about sex. So much of it is just plain awkward, clumsy, are-you-sure-this-is-going-to-fit-I-think-they-forgot-to-include-the-washers.

You remember asking me if I'd ever begged?' I wiped the corner of my eyes, sniffed. 'Is this about to get kinky?'

I cracked the window shades of my eyes. Jake knelt over me, the head of my cock in his mouth. I raised my head, mumbled, "What are you doing?" He paused the proceedings long enough to utter, "If you don't know, I must not be doing it correctly.

It was hard to speak, what with my heart trying to climb out of my mouth. For every gay man this question comes at some point, in just such a tone, if not in those actual words. I don't know if real courage lies in storming barricades or in simply not denying the truth. I know it took every ounce of strength I had to say, "I'm gay, if that's what you're asking.

They took turns kissing necks and ears and stubbled chins. He had never found or expected gentleness from Tucker, but here it was, his for the asking. His even if he didn't know how to ask.

You think I'm with you out of guilt?" "No, you ass. Of course not. I just mean—" "You're a nut, MacAllister. I'm with you because I love you." There it was, out. Three little words. Three of the most common words in the world, but string them together and they were more powerful than any warrant, any extradition papers, or even treaty. Stronger than any magical spell. Had he really never said them aloud to Taylor?