The more I think about it, the more I realize that schools are just factories for turning out robots, that's all. They get you when your small and vulnerable and they take all the human parts away, bit by bit, until you're just a wind-up toy. Turn the key and set it running. And the toy goes to university, gets a job, settles down with someone nice.
I thought of the wilderness we had left behind us, open to sea and sky, joyous in its plenitude and simplicity, perfect yet vulnerable, unaware of what is coming, defended by nothing, guarded by no one.
Don't allow the coldness and fear of others to tarnish your perfectly vulnerable beating heart.
I've always played different kinds of roles, and I probably played more vulnerable parts when I was really young.
Motherhood didn't make you stronger; it made you vulnerable and afraid of what death could steal from you.
Performers are so vulnerable. They're frightened of humiliation, sure their work will be crap. I try to make an environment where it's warm, where it's OK to fail - a kind of home, I suppose.
Vulnerability is a wonderful thing. We're all so afraid to be vulnerable in this world.
I'm thirty-six years old and I've been married once and he left and I don't want to feel this way anymore. Like I can't be vulnerable. Can't relax. It's exhausting, always being on the defensive, keeping my guard up. I feel like Cuba.
I may not have gone to high school every day, but I spent whole a lot of my adolescence feeling vulnerable and confused and alone. . . just like everybody else.