Quotes About Weakness

No matter how careful I am, eventually I'll make another misstep. I am weak. I am fragile. I am mortal.

whatever you love, that is your weakness

Mortals are fragile," I say. "Not you," he says in a way that sounds a little like a lament. "You never break." Which is ridiculous, as hurt as I am. I feel like a constellation of wounds, held together with string and stubbornness. Still, I like hearing it. I like everything he's saying all too well. That boy is your weakness.

My greatest weakness has always been my desire for love. It is a yawning chasm within me, and the more that I reach for it, the more easily I am tricked. I am a walking bruise, an open sore. If Oak is masked, I am a face with all the skin ripped off. Over and over, I have told myself that I need to guard against my own yearnings, but that hasn't worked.

Every day that I don't beg Cardan for forgiveness over a feud he started is a day I win. He can humiliate me, but every time he does and I don't back down, he makes himself less powerful. After all, he's throwing everything he's got at someone as weak as I am and it's not working. He's going to take himself down.

I hate being a fool. I hate the idea of my emotions getting the better of me, making me weak. But my fear of being a fool turned me into one.

That's the problem with temptation. It's so damn tempting.

This is weakness, to put fear above ambition, above family, above love, but it feels good. It feels like being powerful.

I didn't understand the horror of being so powerful and so utterly powerless all at the same time.

I am vulnerable. No matter how careful I am, eventually I'll make another misstep. I am weak. I am fragile. I am mortal. I hate that most of all. Even if by some miracle, I could be better than them, I will never be one of them.

That boy is your weakness. Page 128

Here's why I don't like these stories: They highlight that I am vulnerable. No matter how careful I am, eventually I'll make another misstep. I am weak. I am fragile. I am mortal. I hate that most of all. Even if, by some miracle, I could be better than them, I will never be one of them.

Puede que desear que alguien te quiera no sea lo peor del mundo, aunque no seas correspondido. Aunque te duela. Puede que la debilidad forme parte de la esencia del ser humano.

Mo?e to nie jest takie straszne, kiedy ktoÅ› pragnie by? kochany, nawet kiedy nie jest. Nawet jeÅ›li to sprawia ból. Mo?e bycie istotÄ… ludzkÄ… nie zawsze oznacza sÅ'abo??.

Acaricio el gatillo con el dedo. Me siento serena, gloriosamente serena. Anteponer el miedo a la ambición, a la familia o al amor es una muestra de debilidad, pero es una sensación agradable. Te hace sentir poderoso.

I'm so tired. So tired. Of being powerless.

My greatest weakness has always been my desire for love. It is a yawning chasm within me, and the more that I reach for it, the more easily I am tricked. I am a walking bruise, an open sore.

No matter how careful I am, eventually I'll make another misstep. I am weak. I am fragile. I am mortal. I hate that most of all.

My greatest weakness has always been my desire for love. It is a yawning chasm within me, and the more than I reach for it, the more easily I am tricked. I am a walking bruise, an open sore. If Oak is masked, I am a face with all the skin ripped off. Over and over, I have told myself that I need to guard against my own yearnings, but that hasn't worked. I must try something new.

Here's why I don't like these stories: They highlight that I am vulnerable. No matter how careful I am, eventually I'll make another misstep. I am weak. I am fragile. I am mortal. I hate that most of all.

Nothing feebler does earth nurture than man, Of all things breathing and moving.

Of all creatures that breathe and move upon the earth, nothing is bred that is weaker than man.

Of all things that breathe and move upon the earth, nothing is bred that is weaker than man. Taken from the Odyssey.

Le sentiment que l'homme supporte le plus difficilement est la pitié, surtout quand il la mérite. La haine est un tonique, elle fait vivre, elle inspire la vengeance; mais la pitié tue, elle affaiblit encore notre faiblesse.