Quotes About Vulnerability

Shamas sentía un nudo en la garganta y hacía esfuerzos para no llorar. Pensaba que si lo hacía se reirían de él, puesto que ya estaba cerca de ser un hombre.

El padre es el techo, la madre el suelo, y cuando ambos desaparecen uno siente que también ha iniciado la cuenta atrás y que ya no tiene sujeción alguna, quedando suspendido en el aire. Se

Loving someone close-up - that was difficult.

And, she was able to tell herself with some satisfaction, the man in question - one Colin Bridgerton - felt precisely the same way.... ....His earth shook, his heart leaped, and Penelope knew without a doubt that his breath was taken away as well. For a good ten seconds. Falling off a horse tended to do that to a man.

There were only so many ways a man"s heart could break, and he had a feeling his couldn"t survive another puncture.

As his hands moved to his trousers, he saw that she was pulling the bedsheets over her. "Don't," he said, barely recognizing his own voice. Her eyes met his, and he said, "I'll be your blanket".

Don't tell me your name. It's likely to awaken my conscience, and that's the last thing we want.

The world seemed somehow different when one was lying down. Darker, more dangerous ... And in that moment, as he slowly closed the distance between them, he became her entire world.

A man only got one shot at declaring himself to his true love; he didn't want to muck it up completely.

And then what would she say? I just told your brother that I love him, and I'm afraid that he hates me? I can't be alone with Turner because I'm afraid he might ravish me? I can't be alone with Turner because I'm afraid I might ravish him.

His leg throbbed, but his heart felt lighter, and for the first time in years, the world seemed to be filled with possibility. "I love you," he said. And he thought to himself, That makes five. Five times he'd said it. It wasn't nearly enough. "And I love you." She bent down and kissed his leg. He touched his face and felt tears. He hadn't realized he was crying. "I love you," he said again.

Blake looked around and gulped. He'd forgotten about the mess on the floor. Chamber pot shards, his shaving kit, a towel or two... "I... ah..." It seemed to him that it was far easier to lie for the sake of national security than it was to his older sister. "Is that a bar of soap stuck to the wall?" Penelope asked. "Um... yes, it appears to be.

And that was when she finally allowed herself to cry. Funny how she could hold herself together, keep it all inside until she saw him. But now that he was here, all she could do was bury her face in the warmth of his chest, snuggle closer as his arms wrapped around her. As if somehow he could make all her problems go away by his presence alone.

Would you care to dance?" he blurted. "Now?" She smiled adorably. "Is there music?" There wasn't. It was some testament to how foolish in love he'd become that he did not even feel embarrassed.

He didn't know if there was a word to describe what he felt in that moment, how he saw the lines of his own heart when her eyes met his.

She was swaying slightly from side to side, and he could see her shoulders rise and fall with each shuddering breath. He knew that sort of breath. It was the one you drew when you were trying so hard to keep your feelings inside, but you just weren't strong enough.

You don't understand how fragile life is. You don't realize that the thread breaks between one moment and the next.

Is there something you wish to tell me?" Violet asked gently. Hyacinth shook her head. How did one share something such as this with one's mother? —Oh, yes, by the by and in case you're interested, it has recently come to my attention that my affianced husband asked me to marry him because he wished to infuriate his father. —Oh, and did I mention that I am no longer a virgin? No getting out of it now! No, that wasn't going to work

Her brown eyes, wise and warm and undeniably perceptive, focused on his. For one split moment he had the bizarre thought that she somehow knew everything about him, from the moment of his birth to his certainty of his own death. It seemed, in that second, with her face tipped up toward his and her lips slightly parted, that she, more than anyone else who would ever walk this earth, truly knew him. It was thrilling. But more than that, it was terrifying.

He did things to her, she realized. Strange, shivery things that left her breathless. He need only to look at her—not in his usual, conversational way, but to really look at her, to let his eyes settle on hers, deeply blue and insightful, and she felt naked, her soul bared.

He'd tried caring before. It had nearly destroyed him.

Alayc?l?k gerçek duygular?n yüzeye ç?kmas?n? engelleyen tek ÅŸeydir ve inan bana o duygularla yüzleÅŸmek istemezsin.

it can often be most difficult to share one's fears with those one most deeply loves.

And he needed the yes. He had loved her for years, dreamed about touching her for so damned long. And now that the moment was finally here, he just didn't know if he could bear it if she didn't really want it. There were only so many ways a man's heart could break, and he had a feeling his couldn't survive another puncture.