Quotes About Vulnerability

Don't ever, he said, be afraid of me. But I was. He'd driven a silver nail through my heart.

Men could not have too much. Ecstasy and vulnerability belonged in the same dish. The fear the cup would be snatched away was what gave the wine its savor and as Zhirem's cup was sure, so was his joylessness… to die is a fear, but to live is a fear, also.

Everything now had been taken from him, his striving after goodness, his hopes, his pride, even that human revenge upon fate--to destroy his own life-- for he was invulnerable. A terrible predicament he was in, to be utterly suicidal, and unable to perish.

Sick nearly to senselessness, yet he derived a peculiar and intense comfort from Estemba's supporting arm, the grey-gold hair against his face, the aura of tenderness and protection.

Mevary's obvious attempt to catch him flabbily and disadvantageously in the nude had failed.

She had been impervious, and like all impervious things, it had taken, at the correct moment, only one look, one dream, to break in the bolted door.

I can feed from a chance encounter with a stranger and not feel I'm betraying anything, but when I feed from Caroline I feel I'm betraying you both. Her, because I can give her so little of what I am and you because I have given you all of me.

Wounded healers need bandages themselves. You can't save anyone if you bleed to death.

I hate it. You come out with your fingers and toes all wrinkled, and while you're in there, it's like returning to the womb without the room service.

He caught her, and he held her, and he let her cry, and cry, and cry, and he let her use his sheets to wipe her eyes, and her nose, and God knows what, because he had plenty of clean sheets, and he only had one Kat.

It worried him. Like him, she had to be exhausted. She smelled like gasoline; her clothes were torn. She had a small white bandage on her forehead where the EMT had cleaned her cut. Dirt smudged her face, her arms, her legs. He knew she still didn't have any underwear, and for the first time, he felt bad about it. Real bad. He wanted to protect her, make her feel secure, keep her from harm—and all he'd done was lose her underwear and practically get her blown up.

Don't you want to be neighbors? No. he said. I want to be lovers. Sleep-together lovers. Wake-up together lovers. One bed. Oh, God, she was going to fall in love. She could feel it happening.

a book is a delicate friend, a white bird, an exquisite being, afraid of water. Darling things! Afraid of water, of fire, They shiver in the wind. Clumsy, crude human fingers leave bruises on them that'll never fade! Never! Some people touch books without washing their hands! Some underline things in ink! Some even tear pages out!

To love in any way is to be like a child—it means to be vulnerable, to be wide-eyed, to be selfless. There is no such thing as free love; love is the most costly expression in the world. To love romantically is to give of oneself fully and completely, a merging and meshing of souls so that the twain become a unity. It is to allow the sense of wonder to fully enrapture.

He knew me. He knew me through and through and he found no shame in me.

You'll have to learn to control your emotions. They're new, like achild's now, bursting with passion. Never let them fade, or part of you will die. But they cal also destroy you. Hold them dear, but don't let them take hold of you.

People reveal their true character when they're off center.

He knew me through and through and he found no shame in me.

One could keep open secrets only so well before they became a threat to others.

Then everybody wept, Or sat, too exhausted to weep, Or lay, too hurt to weep.

And like a cat in winter at a fire She could not edge close enough To what singed her, and would burn her.

The little hearts you painted on everything Remained, like the track of your panic. The splashes of a wound

But there are things that happen between a man and a woman in the dark -- that sort of make everything else seem -- unimportant.

I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.