vulnerable

Sometimes it's better to show our vulnerability / pain / regrets so others don't think us impervious / unapproachable - be real / open

I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them that no one else gets to see. I don't know, like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and you saw them crying in their bed at night or singing to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street and even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think after seeing them at their most vulnerable you wouldn't be able to help falling in love with them.

Love is only available to those willing to be continually brave in weakness.

Everyone is vulnerable in some places! To don't be such person, make sure that you don't have weak places!

They wouldn__ have understood if they found him crying, when he woke and remembered all at once that he had once had a wife and child, so they never found him this way.

His lies were the taste of agave syrup and I fell for everyone of them...vulnerable me! I promise myself never to feel this lonely again...never.

People can be at their most vulnerable, but still tenacious at the same time.

Heroes are higher than their vulnerability that is why they are heroes.

I learned something important that night. You shouldn__ try to stop everything from happening. Sometimes you__e supposed to feel awkward. Sometimes you__e supposed to be vulnerable in front of people. Sometimes it__ necessary because it__ all part of you getting to the next part of yourself, the next day.

Most people spend their lives vulnerable, relying on the rest of the world to not take advantage of it.

Healthy people understand that others have the capacity to choose to end relationships and it serves as motivation for them to learn to relate in_healthy and loving ways._However, when we are driven by shame, we don't_just fear_losing a_relationship, but we live in_terror_that if we_let anyone really get to know_us, we would never be_desired,_pursued, or loved. In us, that fear can be worked_out in the_development of unhealthy denial, workaholism, perfectionism, chameleon-type behavior, and sadly, even revictimization... When we live in denial or present a false self out of fear... we will do anything to be accepted by people... When we begin to tell the truth about what happened to us we also begin the process of turning about from this type of idolatry... When we begin to tear away our layers of illegitimate shame... When our own vision is not distorted by our shame we can discern what was our responsibility and what wasn't.

I__e realized, though, we can either choose to be vulnerable or have moments of vulnerability sneak up on us. Like when you__e happily alone, strutting around your house naked, but then hear a sound. Suddenly, the comfort and confidence you felt in your own skin evaporates. You run to the nearest room, hurrying to shut the door. Then you wait, and listen quietly for an opportunity to make an escape. Your mind races trying to think of an excuse for your current nude state. You__e embarrassed.But, if you live your life listening for the Lord, obeying when He asks you to be vulnerable, you never have to worry about being walked in on. Your soul is ready to be seen. And, He won__ allow your life to be marked by shame or embarrassment.

A Poet = A willingness to be vulnerable & to trust the inner voice.

As children, a great number of us were taught by our parents, carers, extended family members, and teachers, that showing any form of emotional vulnerability was __ot OK._ We were conditioned to believe that in order to be acceptable as human beings, we had to be like the other children. We were taught to __uck it up,_ __top being cry babies,_ __et thicker skin,_ __top being so sensitive_ and go participate with the other kids, even if they overwhelmed us with their energy.

The dark leaden mask hides the devil with a soul of deceit, with his warm syrupy vacuous words coercing, enticing and grasping with exposed sharpened claws, scratching slow at his prey's surface with bullet pointed precision, inserting the slow hot mercurial poison of falsification of love straight into the flowing veins of the succumbing vulnerable heart. The prey__ wanton escape futile, isolated & drawn into the hot fiery abyss.

Let me go!_ she growls. __o._ __et me fucking go, Colton._ Her voice is tiny, scared, vulnerable, and vehement. __ou let go._ __hy?_ A hitch in her voice. __ecause holding on to it is killing you.

One must consider that small children are virtually incapable of making much impact on their world. No matter what path taken as achild, survivors grow up believing they should have done something differently.Perhaps there is no greater form ofsurvivor guilt than __ didn't try to stop it." Or __ should have told." The legacy of a helpless, vulnerable, out-of-control, and humiliated child creates an adult who is generally tentative, insecure, and quite angry. The anger is not often expressed, however, as it is not safe to be angry with violent people. Confrontation and con_ct are dif_ult for many survivors.

Hatred makes you weak where else love makes you vulnerable. There's a difference.