Quotes About Vulnerability

Fear can make it hard to forgive, and to trust other people.

I'm used to seducing and then killing men when they are at their most vulnerable. Tonight, though, it is me who is fighting the urge to surrender.

It is not safe for a woman to be traveling on her own." "I was perfectly safe until you crossed my path." "Well may you see it that way,but if I hadn't come along,someone else would have and you could be in great difficulty right now." If she hadn't known it would hurt, she might have laughed. As it was, she had to content herself with a grimace. "Oh, you mean I could have been chased over a cliff?

Yet he was still shaken by fading echoes of his fear that she might flee. Losing her would be very . . . personal.

Dragon's eyes flew open. He stared at his hand curved over the alabaster mound of a perfectly formed breast, at the delectable rose-hued nipple peeking through his fingers, up past the firm set of a certain chin and straight into honey-hued eyes that somehow failed to appear the least abashed. "Uh..." he said, which he rather thought was as articulate as any man could be expected to be under the circumstances, skald-souled or not.

I wanted all of her, her dreams so that I could make them real, her fears so that I could chase they away. Above all I wanted her trust. I wanted her to give herself to me completely, without any reservation. But

I wanted her under me, helpless to do anything but endure as I possessed her in every possible way. I wanted her moans, her screams, the sweet contractions of her cunt as it convulsed at the nexus of pain and pleasure so intense as to shatter her. I wanted to lick her tears from the curve of her cheek, hold her as she shook from the force of what I made her feel and then, when she had calmed a little, begin all over again.

I write to give myself strength. I write to be the characters that I am not. I write to explore all the things I'm afraid of.

There is no shame in seeking help. Asking for assistance is a sign of strength, not weakness.

It's all right that there are things that you do not get over, not really. You just go on, knowing that the things you love could be stripped from you at any moment, remembering to love them now. It makes you human. You try to be decent and treat people gently, knowing that they, too, have their scars and madness that, like yours, do not show.

Be who you are, even if it kills you. It will. Over and over again. Even as you live. Break my heart, why don't you?

I am a star falling from the night sky I need you to catch me I am a rainbow lifting from a dark cloud I need you to see me

He tells me to go away, but I don't think love is anything like water. It doesn't slip off that easily.

Accept that all of us can be hurt, that all of us can--and surely will at times--fail. I think we should follow a simple rule if we can take the worst, take the risk.

Accept that all of us can be hurt, that all of us can and surely will at times fail. Other vulnerabilities, like being embarrassed or risking love, can be terrifying, too. I think we should follow a simple rule: if we can take the worst, take the risk.

Love comes when manipulation stops when you think more about the other person than about his or her reactions to you. When you dare to reveal yourself fully. When you dare to be vulnerable.

It's not much fun, you know, being a middle-aged woman, safe and protected, on a roof, thinking of other people in danger.

If people choose to live their life in a way that does not confront the more troubling aspects of their experience, that's fine, if it works for them. But it will probably make them uncomfortable if they come up against somebody like me. So they just shouldn't! They shouldn't read my work!

missing a crucial layer of skin other people had that allowed them to get through the day when he could not.

This was the terrible part of being a parent. The more you loved, the more you had to lose. It might as well be your own heart the pitcher was firing off toward the plate, hovering out in midair, ready for some bat to smash into it. Once you had a child you were never safe again.

She was in love with love. She couldn't do anything part way. She felt everything so deeply it was like the world was too much for her. Anytime she'd hear a story about some kid who had cancer or an old man who's wife died or dog even it was like it happened to her. Like she was missing the outer layer of skin that allowed people to get through the day without bleeding all the time. The world got to be too much for her.

Like you're out in the ocean and the undertow catches you and you start yelling for help, but then you look around, and all around you in the water for as far as you can see, there's all these other people flailing too.

But if you ask me what I remember (about 1945), I will say it was the year Franklin D. Roosevelt died and I got one of his flowers. I will tell you that yellow rose give me the courage to do the right thing even if it was hard. I will say it was the time in my life when I learned all of us is fragile as a mimosa blossom. But the miracle of all is, When push comes to shove, we can be just as tough as Hickory. It mostly hurts at first. After a while it starts to feel better.