Quotes About Vulnerability

Let's face it. We're undone by each other. And if we're not, we're missing something.

Let's face it. We're undone by each other. And if we're not, we're missing something. This seems so clearly the case with grief, but it can be so only because it was already the case with desire. One does not always stay intact. One may want to, or manage to for a while, but despite one's best efforts, one is undone, in the face of the other, by the touch, by the scent, by the feel, by the prospect of the touch, by the memory of the feel.

Let's face it. We're undone by each other. And if we're not, we're missing something. If this seems so clearly the case with grief, it is only because it was already the case with desire. One does not always stay intact.

Trust is difficult to sustain when we build a rich inner world of drama that we do not share with those around us.

He knew me so well. He was the only one who could make me feel as if the world were right again, and I was loved and cherished and known and he would never, ever leave...even at a distance, he could read me. He could find that vulnerable spot and say the right words, do the right things, that brought me back time after time.

The small seed of despair cracks open and sends experimental tendrils upward to the fragile skin of calm holding him together.

People use people according to their own needs. Or don't use them. When a primary need is one of safety.

He will be eighteen in January, but he looks younger than that, and vulnerable; yet older at the same time. Tired. His face is drawn. He has an urge to shield him, but how? There is no way. No way at all.

Sometimes I notice my yoga students practicing their less-than favorite poses with a ho-hum attitude. At the moments, I remind them that although yoga is powerful, it cannot transform us unless we love it. When we love, we are receptive to the other. When we love, we are vulnerable. Although being vulnerable can be frightening, it is also the doorway to the ultimate freedom.

Want houden van is gauwer gezegd dan langer gedaan maar soms komt het in het donker op gang en dan is er verder geen houden meer aan.

You're brave. You're good. Why would you hesitate to explore yourself? Your dark nooks and crannies? With someone who is fascinated by the whole of you? You aren't a bad woman, merely a human one, which entails a certain amount of"—he cocked his head—"'awfulness,' as you call it.

When she wasn't being stiff-necked, she was the friend he most wanted to talk to, who he couldn't wait to see each day. She came into his mind with the first ray of consciousness at daybreak. He nodded off, smiling over her with his last, heavy-eyed blink before sleep. Sweet Win. Funny Win. Clever Win. Frightened, brave, careful, meticulous Winnie, trying to avoid the bite of the world by pretending it didn't have teeth.

I can't protect you from mean people, because they're everywhere, but I would be nice. That much, I can promise." "Fine," she said. "If I"m pregnant, you can marry me." He folded his harms and contemplated her motionlessly from the dark. Then said, "Not that nice.

Any woman who can make you happy has all the information she needs to make you miserable if she wants to.

She was strong, Winnie Bollash. As strong a woman as he knew. Capable-like. And the most vulnerable creature he'd ever met.

She sang to the moon. Or to plants or something out here. She wouldn't sing to him, even though he'd invited her to. He didn't think he would ever see anything more tender or sad than the way she told her problems to no one, to leaves. And he couldn't think of anything more brave than carrying on anyway with such a load. She was strong, Winnie Bollash. As strong a woman as he knew. Capable-like. And the most vulnerable creature he'd ever met.

Survivors feel unsafe in their bodies. Their emotions and their thinking feel out of control. They also feel unsafe in relation to other people.

Because the child does not have the power to withhold consent, she does not have the power to grant it.

If traumatic disorders are afflictions of the powerless, then empowerment must be a central principle of recovery.

Why is it when you yield, I feel like the one who has been conquered?" -Royce Westmoreland

How funny we are, I thought, the way we dance about each other, each afraid of being hurt by the other.

Susanna, what you need is a man to look after you -- a proper one, not a drunk or a philanderer -- or sure as fate, you'll not be safe on this earth." "Oh, nonsense, Nan. I had a man, and he didn't look after me at all, and now I'm just beginning to enjoy myself.

It is impossible to deny a woman in a feeding mood. It is as if they look right through you, to that small, weak part that has been there since you were a baby and that doesn't know how to defy authority.

Among the reasons people keep sad stories to themselves is that they do not want anyone to feel sorry for them. I don't. I don't want you to feel sorry for me.