Quotes About Vulnerability

A single slim trunk Branches that bow in a storm Green, leathery leaves with a soft centre Glittering against blue sky White bark scarred, bleeding Heart wide-open Bandaged, but upright she stands... (225)

Chicken, yeah, that's me. I'd rather fight an old rogue-vamp in my underwear, with my bare hands, than deal with relationship problems.

I reached and gave him a hug. Both arms around him. Both hands, on his back. At the same time. And then I didn't know what to do. Should I let go? Should I back away? Should I keep waiting for him to hug me back? How many Mississippis did I hug for? Eli's chest shook. Again. "Babe?" His voice was quivering and strained. I realized he was laughing. "You frozen in horror? Trying to figure out what to do now that you got me in a strangle move?" "Pretty much.

And Hillary found herself doing something she'd told herself she would never, ever do again. She went, and let herself be held in a man's arms and was comforted.

I wanna scream I love you from the top of my lungs But I'm afraid that someone else will hear me

Why don't you show me the little bit of spine you've been saving for his mattress?

Nothing is so delicate as the reputation of a woman: it is, at once, the most beautiful and most brittle of all human things.

She backed away from the boat. She started to flail in the mud, but before she could tumble backward, a set of strong arms braced around her. "I have you," Naveen said. He was so close she could feel his warm breath against her ear. Tiana did her best to ignore the goose bumps pebbling up and down her skin, but she would have had a better chance of ignoring a fireworks display taking place on her front porch.

I will share the pain of your doing, if you will share the joy of my Undoing.

even as she says it, sees love drain out of his eyes: and somehow, as a stream, which seeks its own level, it flows over into hers, and her fate is sealed. The less he loves, the more she will.

I often say the last role I played that really touched me and where I was able to access what I really am was Bonnie, which is kind of sad when you think how early in my career that was.

I want to cry because I feel like it— the way children cry in the last row of seats— because I am not a man, not a poet, not a leaf, only a wounded pulse that probes the things of the other side.

Yo me salgo desnudo a la calle, maduro de versos perdidos. I step naked into the street ripe with lost poems.

Trasmundo Despedida Si muero. dejad el balcón abierto. El niño come naranjas. (Desde mi balcón lo veo.) El segador siega el trigo. (Desde mi balcón lo siento.) ¡Si muero, dejad el balcón abierto!

Perché mi guardi così? Hai una spina in ogni occhio.

To see you naked is to recall the Earth.

We're all curious about what might hurt us.

The thing is, Sara, writing's scary. You have to be prepared to go deep......And when your brain's shouting, 'No, no, no, I'm not going to think that thought; it's too dirty, it's too scary, it's too painful,' that's when you must make yourself think it and make yourself write it.

You must push through the negativity and self-criticism that dam up your creativity and just let it flow. Be your authentic self. Write or sing or dance or paint with your whole being, without guardedness or cynicism and without trying to second-guess an audience.

Old age and sickness bring out the essential characteristics of a man.

The less you hurt others, the more you get hurt yourself.

The solitary traveler occupies a place of openness that becomes a place of radical empowerment, because learning begins in letting go, becoming vulnerable, feeling awkward and stupid, losing the self to find the self.

It's cool to express myself, but I've had to learn that doing interviews isn't completely therapy - spilling everything about yourself isn't healthy all the time. But I've been through things that have made me a stronger person, and if I can help some people, I will.

La Corée a été victime de sa singulière position stratégique, entre l'archipel japonais, la Mandchourie, la Sibérie et la Chine. Elle est l'exemple des dangers qui menacent les petits États au voisinage des grands qui se croient tout permis à leur endroit, aujourd'hui comme hier. Elle a comme l'Italie le malheur d'être un chemin naturel.