Quotes About Vulnerability

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La infancia y la vejez se parecen. En ambos casos, por motivos diferentes, somos más bien inermes, todavía no participamos —o ya no participamos— en la vida activa y eso nos permite vivir con una sensibilidad sin esquemas, abierta.

L'uomo ha bisogno della bellezza. Senza questa apertura, ciò che si spalanca davanti a noi è solo il mondo dell'homo hominis lupus, della barbarie. E la parola - la parola fondata, la parola fondante - è una delle forme in cui si manifesta la bellezza, il legame inquietantemente profondo che lega l'essere humano alla sua fragilità.

I haven't heard a woman say my name in a long time, Theresa. Say my name." She pulled in a hard breath, pretending to be annoyed rather than unsettled and excited by the intimacy. "Very well. Tolly. Better?" "Infinitely." Slowly he ran his fingertips along her cheek, making her shiver. "So many handsome gentlemen courting you, Tess," he whispered, "and yet here you are.

Someone who loved you would understand." Stopping, her cheeks paling alarmingly, Georgiana snatched her hand from his grip. "I would never trust anyone who said he cared for me. I've heard it before." With that, she rejoined his aunts, leaving him standing alone by the refreshment table. Apparently he'd destroyed much more than her maidenhead. He'd destroyed her ability to trust her heart—or anyone else's.

Please say you'll marry me, Kit, because you're breaking my heart.

I want to feel deeply, and whenever I am brokenhearted I emerge more compassionate. I think I allow myself to be brokenhearted more easily, knowing I won't be irrevocably shattered [p. 59]

I WAS seriously hurt because of you. Seeing you in another guy's arms, kissing him... It shredded me, Eva. Cut me open and left me bleeding. I kicked he ass in self-defense.

Are you hurting anywhere else? I asked, feeling so emotionally raw after the long night we'd had. He caught my wrist and pulled my hand down to press flat over his heart. Here. So am I. He kissed my fingertips, then linked our hands and led me...

I can let you in, Eva. I'm trying. But your first response when I screw up is to run away. You do it every time and I can't stand feeling like any moment I'm going to do or say something wrong and you're going to bolt.

then he pushed the call button again and asked, Are you sleeping with anyone? Why is that any business of yours? Because I want to fuck you, Eva. I need to know what's standing in my way, if anything.

He could shred me so easily. A few words, a desperate look, and I was cut wide open.

I don't blame you. But if there's anything else you have to tell me, now would be the time. He pressed forward, urging me to stretch on the couch. Coming over me, he whispered, I'm in love with you. With everything going wrong, that was the one thing that was totally right. It was enough.

The thing about nightmares was that you couldn't prepare for them. They sneaked up on you when you were most vulnerable.

Gideon was an untamed animal behind closed doors, a lover who bared me to the soul every time he made love to me.

From the moment I first saw him— saw through his stunning and impossibly gorgeous exterior to the dark and dangerous man inside— I'd felt the pull that came from finding the other half of myself. I needed him like I needed my heart to beat, and he'd put himself in great jeopardy, risking everything— for me.

I'm afraid I'll lose myself in you, Gideon. I'm scared I'll lose the part of me I worked so hard to get back. I'd never let that happen. he promised fiercely. Chapter 8, pg 140

I want to keep feeling the way I feel when I'm with you. Just tell me what I have to do. And give me some room to screw up. I've never done this before. There's a learning curve.

This—he gestured impatiently at himself—is just a fucking shell. You're what drives me, Eva. Can you understand that? You're my heart and soul. If something ever happened to you, it would kill me, too. Keeping you safe is goddamned self-preservation!

He buried his face in my throat. "Love you." Tears stung my eyes. He said the words so rarely. "Tell me again," I begged, holding on to him. His mouth found mine. "I love you . . .

That you can know what i have in me and still want me as much as i want you. i go to sleep every night afraid i'll wake up and you'll be gone.or that i scared you away ... that i dreamed you- no. Gideon. jesus he broke my heart every day. shattered me.

Take me. Take all of me. The good and the bad. Everything. Take it all.

Maybe there were people out there whose love could survive anything, but mine was fragile. It needed to be nurtured in order to thrive and grow.

you showed me what love truly is just by giving yours so selflessly. I wasn't made for love. It wasn't [woven]into the fabric of my being. I didn't know what it was, what I was looking for, what I needed. I had no point of reference, no examples, nothing. Until you.