Welcome to the Vulnerability quotes page. Vulnerability is often seen as a weakness or a flaw, but it is actually a strength that opens us up to genuine connections and personal growth. This category explores the power of vulnerability and the wisdom that comes from embracing our imperfections.
In a world that often values strength and invulnerability, it takes courage to allow ourselves to be vulnerable. Through vulnerability, we are able to truly connect with others, as it requires authenticity and the willingness to let others see our true selves. Whether it's in our relationships, creative endeavors, or personal growth, vulnerability is the key that unlocks meaningful connection and transformation.
The quotes in this category remind us that being vulnerable is not a sign of weakness, but rather a sign of strength. They encourage us to lean into discomfort, embrace our fears, and let go of the need for control. Vulnerability is not easy, but it is through vulnerability that we find acceptance, love, and deeper understanding of ourselves and others.
So, take a moment to explore these inspiring quotes about vulnerability. Let them inspire you to embrace your own vulnerability and live a more authentic, fulfilling life. May they remind you that true strength lies in embracing our imperfections and embracing the beauty of being vulnerable.
A single flight of planes no bigger than a wedge of geese can quickly end this island fantasy, burn the towers, crumble the bridges, turn the underground passages into lethal chambers, cremate millions... Of all targets New York has a certain clear priority. In the mind of whatever perverted dreamer might loose the lightning, New York must hold a steady, irresistible charm.
Throughout human history, as our species has faced the frightening, terrorizing fact that we do not know who we are, or where we are going in this ocean of chaos, it has been the authorities - the political, the religious, the educational authorities - who attempted to comfort us by giving us order, rules, regulations, informing - forming in our minds - their view of reality. To think for yourself you must question authority and learn how to put yourself in a state of vulnerable open-mindedness, chaotic, confused vulnerability to inform yourself.
No one wants to hear about how awesome you were; people want to hear about the time you blew it. So I think the longer you do stand-up, the more comfortable you are. You stop wanting to hide your foibles and instead want to show who you are.
I think that many people are ashamed when they feel afraid. There's this thing in our society that you're not allowed to feel scared. You have to be a man and put on a brave face, but we all have fears.
A man who publishes his letters becomes a nudist - nothing shields him from the world's gaze except his bare skin. A writer, writing away, can always fix things up to make himself more presentable, but a man who has written a letter is stuck with it for all time.
If you're making yourself vulnerable in your writing, then they know where to hurt you, which is extra fun. I had to develop coping mechanisms on the fly, and slowly it got better, to the point where now I barely notice. I'm like an old, gnarly turtle now. The interaction with the troll who impersonated my dad made me start to understand who these people are, and I figured out, in a really profound way, that happy people don't do this. It's hard to feel afraid of someone when you pity them.
Ask questions then talk over answers, shout loudly you love everyone, try and hug people, confide in them that you are a sheep, offer them the last grass in your pockets.
Then watch with a smile as they pretend you aren't there, and whisper you must be crazy, because you want to make friends.
The subtlest change in New York is something people don't speak much about but that is in everyone's mind. The city, for the first time in its long history, is destructible. A single flight of planes no bigger than a wedge of geese can quickly end this island fantasy, burn the towers, crumble the bridges, turn the underground passages into lethal chambers, cremate the millions. The intimation of mortality is part of New York now: in the sound of jets overhead, in the black headlines of the latest edition. (Written in 1949, 22 years before the World Trade Center was completed.)