Quotes About Vulnerability

Personally I like going places where I don't speak the language, don't know anybody, don't know my way around and don't have any delusions that I'm in control. Disoriented, even frightened, I feel alive, awake in ways I never am at home.

Well one tiny poisonous spider can kill a very large man if it bites him in the right place.

and then quite suddenly I found that I had no rider, that I had no weight on my back, and that I was alone out in front of the squadron.

How does this happen? To fall in love and be disassembled.

Love is so small it can tear itself through the eye of a needle

We are expanded by tears, we are told, not reduced by them.

Her body had been in a war and, as in love, it had used every part of itself.

Secrets turn powerless in the open air.

I promised to tell you how one falls in love.

You must talk to me, Caravaggio. Or am I just a book? Something to be read, some creature to be tempted out of a loch and shot full of morphine, full of corridors, lies, loose vegetation, pockets of stones.

Their bodies had met in perfumes, in sweat, frantic to get under that thin film with a tongue or a tooth, as if they each could grip character there and during love pull it right off the body of the other.

This is the thing I learned. If you take in someone else's poison—thinking you can cure them by sharing it—you will instead store it within you.

He refused to believe in his own weaknesses, and with her he had not found a weakness to fit himself against.

But a man dancing close to her? I imagine a response of claustrophobia in her. She thrilled to open space and weather nights, as if she could never be contained or fully revealed there.

They broke the way a man dismantling a mine broke the second his geography exploded.

I can never understand someone by his strengths. Nothing is revealed there. I can only understand people by their weaknesses.

In 1945 our parents went away and left us in the care of two men who may have been criminals.

Wenn wir jung sind, ist uns nicht so sehr die Realität unserer Lage peinlich, sondern wir fürchten uns davor, dass andere sie erkennen und darüber urteilen könnten.

Daca ti-as incredinta viata mea, ai scapa-o pe jos. Nu-i asa?

Sadness is very close to hate. Let me tell you this. This is the thing I learned. If you take in someone else's poison – thinking you can cure them by sharing it – you will instead store it within you.

If you take in someone else's poison – thinking you can cure them by sharing it – you will instead store it within you.

Acaso no perdonamos todo a un amante? Perdonamos el egoísmo, el deseo, el engaño, siempre y cuando seamos la causa de ello.

But here they were shedding skins. They could imitate nothing but what they were. There was no defence but to look for the truth in others.

The mole's tunnelled chambers are crushed by wheels, The lark's eggs scattered, their owners fled; And the hedgehog's household the sapper unseals. The snail draws in at the terrible tread, But in vain; he is crushed by the felloe-rim. The worm asks what can be overhead, And wriggles deep from a scene so grim, And guesses him safe