Quotes About Vulnerability

Loving someone is giving them the power to break your heart, but trusting them not to.

I know guys aren't supposed to cry, but I cried a bunch that night. And I guess that's when I decided being good at something didn't mean you had to do it. Just 'cause something's easy doesn't make it right.

Once in a while I experience an emotion onstage that is so gut-wrenching, so heart-stopping, that I could weep with gratitude and joy. The feeling catches and magnifies so rapidly that it threatens to engulf me.

Well it's all right to cry. It helps a great deal sometimes...

I love you," she murmured. The words ... it was as though an entire sun had exploded in his chest. He'd been ridiculous. His thrashing thoughts, his grand confusion and torment and helplessness -- it was only love, had always been love, he supposed. It was no precipice he stood at, or rather precipices have little meaning when one finally acknowledges that one has wings. Connor stepped off. "I love you, too." Such grave, inadequate words for what it was he felt.

He'd meant to take her apart with a kiss. How, then, did he wind up in pieces?

Directness often disguised as much as it revealed, and was a marvelous defense.

But I'm no hero. I had to keep my dirty little secret. The worst sin I committed was holding it in; letting the secret blacken me.

I want to tell them, "Chip, Kim, there is no way to suicide-proof a person.

Because no one can be trusted.

That's love? To let someone beat you and be hateful to you? These people are all so... Weak. Powerless to change their lives. I know the feeling. All you can do is take it. No one understands how it beats you down.

I got singled out. I don't know why. Why do people always target me? Is it because I'm short and they figure I can't fight back? They're right, I can't, but it's not because I'm vertically challenged.

Oh sure. Because we always talk about deep down stuff.

She responds by kissing me harder and longer and deeper. She loves me too. She's just afraid.

I know it's hard on her. If I don't tell her she'll kill me." He pauses. "That was supposed to be funny.

I knew if I gave into it, I'd have to surrender myself completely. I'd lose all control. Everything I knew, everything I was, the walls I'd built up to protect myself all these years would come crashing down. I might get lost in the rubble. Yet, she made me feel alive in a way I'd only ever imagined I could feel. Bells, whistles, music.

If we'd found each other, though, the tormented, the weak and powerless, we couldn't bound together. What made me weak was the sense that I was alone. But maybe I wasn't alone. All the people on Through-the-Light, where were they? Living in dark space, the gray place. If we could've found each other sooner, would it have changed the outcome?

Confiança. Tudo isso tinha a ver com confiança. Você não tem nada, a menos que possa confiar na pessoa que ama.

I friggin' hate that word! 'Vulnerable' -- it's what wimpy men have to believe all women are inside no matter how tough they seem, or else they'll wet their Y-fronts in fear!

what harm could come from just talking to someone? I learned never to ask that question again because inevitably you'll get an answer and usually not the one you want.

Every man has a weakness!" he patiently explained. "I'll find theirs, I promise you." "Every man?" "Yes," he answered emphatically. ... "What is your weakness, Brodick?" she asked. "You.

I start to see that I surround myself with broken people; more broken than me. Ah, yes, let me count your cracks. Let's see, one hundred, two... yes, you'll do nicely. A cracked companion makes me look more whole, gives me something outside myself to care for. When I'm with whole, healed people I feel my own cracks, the shatters, the insanities of dislocation in myself.

I am going to shrink and shrink until I am a dry fall leaf, complete with a translucent spine and brittle veins, blowing away in a stiff wind, up, up, up into a crisp blue sky.

I am just a girl, a girl men touch without asking, a girl men disrobe without even seeing her tears.