563 Quotes About Vulnerability

I have been pushed by the world into a state of psychic feudalism. and you want me to make myself vulnerable to you. How much vulnerability do you think one person can take? Do you want me to rip my skin off and stand in the wind, bleeding and raw?

We need to have owned our stories before sharing them is experienced as a gift. A story is only ready to share when the presenter's healing and growth is not dependent on the audience's response to it.

Love has a way of taking you out of your hiding place, it transcends and it ignites, it fuels and it serves; love has its own chemistry.

We were tiny creatures, really; tiny and afraid, trying to hold our place on the little platform that was our earth. So while the world about us might seem so solid, so permanent, it was not really. We were all at the mercy of chance, no matter how confident we felt, hostages to our own human frailty.

Amalia smiled, and that smile, although a sad one, lit up her sombre face, made her silence eloquent and her strangeness familiar. It was like the telling of a secret, a hitherto closely guarded possession that could be taken back, but never taken back entirely.

Vulnerability is the core, the heart, the center of meaningful human experiences.

I had been right to be wary of him. What could be more manipulative than to invade another with love?

I admire strength but I fall in love with vulnerability.I admire strong people. People who stand for what they believe ,people who are not easily moved by temptations, people who fight their own feelings for their values,but succumb to a mere thought of pain to others.But I absolutely fall in love with them when even for a minute they give away,they break down and cry, the heart takes over, in that moment they are most human,in that moment they take my heart away.

It was the kind of story everybody likes, about a tough girl who becomes a truer version of herself by uncovering her vulnerability. It was the kind of story people like because its universe is played out in the story of one person. It was the kind of story (dare I say it?) that women are supposed to write because all its truths are grounded in a single lie: denying chaos.