Quotes About Vulnerability

That was what people like Ariana Nasbro didn't quite get. The fragility of it all. The ripples one horror can unleash. How any carelessness can plummet you down that pit of despair. How it can all be irreparable. Yet

They all hunger for the details not solely because they are ghoulish—that's part of it, no question—but more because they need to know that it can't possibly happen to them.

Why do these guys keep thinking they have a chance with me?" "Because you look cute and perky." "I'm not perky." "No, but you look perky." "Seriously, do I look like that much of a loser?" "You look damaged," Stacy said. "I hate to say it. But the damage . . . it comes off you like some kind of pheromone that douche bags can't resist." They

It was how pitiful and weak this act of dominance made his father look, how, even though she was on the receiving end, his mother had manipulated his father into becoming something so pathetic that he had to resort to doing something so out of character, so not him. Adam

A beating hurts for a little while. The shame of cowardice never leaves.

Who among us can deny that within every adult is caged a frightened child?

There are some people who just shouldn't be allowed to fool around with love.

It's from Lear," she said. "Wait. Yes. 'As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods. They kill us for their sport.

We read not only because we cannot know enough people, but because friendship is so vulnerable, so likely to diminish or disappear, overcome by space, time, imperfect sympathies and all the sorrows of familial and passional life.

Scout: Why are you entrusting us your deepest secret? Mr. Raymond: Because you're children and you can understand it.

You aren't thin-hided, it just makes you sick, doesn't it?

You know he wouldn't carry a gun, Scout. He ain't even got one—" said Jem. "You know he didn't even have one down at the jail that night. He told me havin' a gun around's an invitation to somebody to shoot you.

Women like for their men to be masterful and at the same time remote, if you can pull that trick. Make them feel helpless, especially when you know they can pick up a load of light'ud knots with no trouble. Never doubt yourself in front of them, and by no means tell them you don't understand them.

Walter looked as if he had been raised on fish food: his eyes, as blue as Dill Harris's, were red-rimmed and watery.

Sometimes I think I've got you like this"—Henry made a fist—"and just when I think I've got you, holding you tight, you go away from me.

She grinned. Don't you know how to catch a woman honey? She rubbed an imaginary crew cut, frowned, and said, Women like for their men to be masterful and at the same time remote, if you can pull that trick. Make them feel helpless, especially when you know they can pick up a load of light'ud knots with no trouble. Never doubt yourself in front of them, and by no means tell them you don't understand them.

Nu ÅŸtiu cum, dar au f?cut-o. Au f?cut-o ÅŸi înainte, au f?cut-o ast?-sear? ÅŸi au s-o mai fac?, ÅŸi când fac una ca asta...se pare c? numai copiii plâng.

I know what you mean, boy...You aren't thin-hided, it just makes you sick, doesn't it?

Well, as a general rule, most women, before they've got 'em, present to their men smiling, agreeing faces. They hide their thoughts. You now, when you're feeling hateful, honey, you are hateful.

He was letting you reduce him to the status of a human being." I love you. As you please. Where she would have had a spirited argument only, an exchange of ideas, a clash of hard and different points of view with a friend, with him she had tried to destroy. She had tried to tear him to pieces, to wreck him, to obliterate him. Childe Roland to the dark tower came.

Had Alexandra ever pressed Jean Louise's vulnerable points with awareness, she could have added another scalp to her belt, but after years of tactical study Jean Louise knew her enemy. Although she could rout her, Jean Louise had not yet learned how to repair the enemy's damage.

Best way to clear the air is to have it all out in the open.

Two big tears had run beneath his glasses down the sides of his cheeks. They had hurt him badly this time.

In fact, researchers who exploit African Americans were the norm for much of our nation's history, when black patients were commonly regarded as fit subjects for nonconsensual, nontherapeutic research. This book explores the many reasons that blacks are so vulnerable, but ultimately it is because American medical researchers remain a racially homogeneous group, and I show how the racial homogeneity of American medical researchers lies at the very heart of the problem.