Quotes About Vulnerability

Great men cultivate love and only little men cherish a spirit of hatred; assistance given to the weak makes the one who gives it strong; oppression of the unfortunate makes one weak.

El nombre de una mujer me delata. Me duele una mujer en todo el cuerpo.

Ayer, el dolor era una muestra de la debilidad del herido, hoy revela la incompetencia del profesional.

You and I are like the first two people on earth who at the beginning of the world had nothing to cover themselves with - at the end of it, you and I are just as stripped and homeless. And you and I are the last remembrance of all that immeasurable greatness which has been created in all the thousands of years between their time and ours, and it is in memory of all that vanished splendour that we live and love and weep and cling to one another.

You and I are like Adam and Eve, the first human beings, who had nothing to cover themselves with when the world began, and we are now just as unclothed and homeless at its end.

Los niños son sinceros, no tienen prejuicios y no se avergüenzan de la verdad, mientras nosotros, por miedo de parecer atrasados, estamos siempre dispuestos a traicionar lo que nos es más querido, a elogiar cosas que nos repugnan y aceptar otras que no comprendemos.

There's nothing wrong with wanting someone to save us - or admitting we can't do it all ourselves.

In Grossman's mind, there were just three categories of human beings—sheep, sheepdogs, and wolves.

the majority of people were sheep—gentle creatures largely incapable of protecting themselves. To

I have cried even when the laugh did choke me. But no more think that I am all sorry when I cry, for the laugh he come just the same. Keep it always with you that laughter who knock at your door and say, 'May I come in?' is not true laughter. No! He is a king, and he come when and how he like. He ask no person, he choose no time of suitability. He say, 'I am here.

She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.

They were made by Miss Lucy!

If you could have looked into my heart then when I want to laugh, if you could have done so when the laugh arrived, if you could do so now, when King Laugh have pack up his crown, and all that is to him, for he go far, far away from me, and for a long, long time, maybe you would perhaps pity me the most of all.

I do not lack the courage to tell you how I feel. What I fear is how you will react to it.

Alone with the dead! I dare not go out, for I can hear the low howl of the wolf through the broken window.

The idea of forty precious volumes being taken into a country in a state of war where they might get burnt, blown up, drowned or dusty was almost too horrible to contemplate. Mr Norrell did not know a great deal about war, but he suspected that soldiers are not generally your great respecters of books. They might put their dirty fingers on them. They might tear them! They might – horror of horrors! – read them and try the spells! Could soldiers read? Mr Norrell did not know.

Don't disappear,' I tell her sternly. 'Do not disappear.' She makes a rueful, amused face. 'I won't,' she says. 'We can't keep rescuing each other,' I say. 'It's ridiculous.' She smiles. It is a smile with a little sadness in it. But she still wears the perfume – the first thing I ever knew of her – and it still makes me think of Sunlight and Happiness.

Something about the goat dancing made me want to cry.

Confuse was the nurses' word for abuse.

Scar tissue has no character. It's not like skin. It doesn't show age or illness or pallor or tan. IT has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It's like a slipcover. It shields and disguises what's beneath. That's why we grow it; we have something to hide.

It's a mean world," she'd say. She was usually glad enough to be back. "There's nobody to take care of you out there.

Scar tissue has no character. It's not like skin. It doesn't show age or illness or pallor or tan. It has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It's like a slipcover. It shields and disguises what's beneath. That's why we grow it; we have something to hide.

Assim nuas, precisávamos de proteção, e o hospital nos protegia. É claro que primeiro o hospital nos desnudava - mas isso apenas reforçava sua obrigação de nos dar abrigo.

Something had been peeled back, a covering or shell that works to protect us. I couldn't decide whether the covering was something on me or something attached to every thing in the world. It didn't matter, really; wherever it had been, it wasn't there anymore.