Quotes About Vulnerability

Should we fear hackers? Intention is at the heart of this discussion.

I started writing songs by myself. That always came from whatever I was feeling and being honest about that because I never had any intention of anyone ever hearing them.

There have been a couple specific instances where I've felt like I couldn't survive without interacting with a certain person. I've been involved with some pretty manipulative people who have told me the same thought: that I can't live without them.

I have definitely learned - and this is definitely a human nature thing - that people are willing to, in an interaction with a comedian, admit things and talk about things with candor that they would never admit to a group of friends or an individual.

We live in a much more interconnected world now, and that means that it's more fragile than we realize.

I'm interested in damaged people because we've all been roughed up in one way or another.

The Bachelor's' a very interesting thing, you can't fake your way through it.

I internalize everything, keep everything inside. I'm not used to spilling my guts, and when you have to do that on film to make a point, it's hard. It's rough. I don't think it's as easy as people think.

The Internet can be used to hurt many people.

I think putting your relationship out there for people to interpret and have their own opinion about, I think it's crazy.

If he hadn't done that interview with Bashir, he wouldn't be there now. That was the first time he ever did an interview like that. He was afraid of something like that all along. And it happened.

I realize now that it's important that I share my story... Also, it'll be easy for me to do an interview, to interact with people.

I don't mind anyone asking me any questions, I've got nothing to hide. I like it to be as real as it is; that's what I call an interview. I'm not someone who's like 'Right, you can't ask this, that, this, that, this, that.' It's got to be a real interview. I've literally got nothing to hide.

I'm not a very good interview, usually.

We're not robots. There isn't a perfect formula for an interview and there are days when you bring too much of you and there are days, quite honestly, when you don't bring enough of you.

And… you won't be upset if it doesn't work?" She looked at me anxiously. "Because I really have no idea—" "I gotta be honest with you, baby—at this point, I don't give a flying fuck if it works or not," I admitted, kissing her again. "I just want to hold you one more time.

I don't hate you either," Kat said quietly. "I never could—which is what I was trying to tell you before we were interrupted in the viewing room." She stepped forward. "In fact, I…I love both of you. Very much." Tears stung her eyes as two sets of muscular arms enfolded her. "Kat, little Kat," she heard Deep murmur as Lock whispered, "My lady…" into her hair. "I've

On one hand, she would have bet any amount of money that Lock would behave like a perfect gentleman. On the other, having Deep right behind her was like lying unprotected in the jungle and knowing that a hungry panther was at her back. Still, panicking wasn't going to help anything. Have

Sylvan was past any help but that of the Mother of All Life…or Sophia. The human female he carried so tenderly in his arms held the key to healing his heart…or destroying it forever. Baird only hoped she would be gentle. *

Baird leaned back on the couch and sighed. Gods, he'd expected her to try something like this at the beginning of the week when she'd first had her sister send up the bag of revealing clothing. But not now. Not when they'd been getting so close and enjoying each other's company so much. To know that she still wanted to get away from him so badly hurt—hurt like hell. "Bebo,

But he wondered—would he really be able to give his body while withholding his heart? It was a moot question. Deep inside he knew his heart was already given. But Charlotte must never know that. No matter what happened, he would never tell her.

She hadn't had many lovers but the men she'd been with in the past had convinced her that sex was like a box of chocolates you never knew what you were going to get when you went to bed with a man. And sadly, you were more likely to pick the nasty pink marshmallow cream than the yummy nut cluster.

We should go. Can you walk?" "I…I think so." She was still sitting on the hard, stone bench. When she tried to stand, her legs folded under her. Had exposure to the extreme cold made her weak or was it some side effect of taking his blood? "I'm sorry," she said as Sylvan swung her up into his arms again. "Don't worry. I don't mind carrying you." He smiled. "Thank

Having spent the day defending myself from the slings and arrows of outrageous truck drivers and busboys, I am sometimes ill-equipped to suddenly assume an air of sensitive melancholy