Jeff Lindsay Quotes

I want you to be weak. As weak as I am.

I think it would do a lot of people good just to realize how vulnerable they are.

I'm still vulnerable and still weak.

I feel extremely vulnerable.

I'm a big baby. I'm not tough at all.

Endurance, after all, is the only reason we even exist. We think of ourselves as nature's deadliest animals, but the truth is, a naked human is the biggest wimp in the wild. We have no fangs, no claws, no strength, and no speed.

Nothing makes us more vulnerable than loneliness, except greed.

Because there is something helpless and weak and innocent - something like an infant - deep inside us all that really suffers in ways we would never permit an insect to suffer.

We're all quite vulnerable human beings really.

One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love - any love - reveals us in our nakedness, our misery, our vulnerability, our nothingness.

There is something wrong about the man who wants help. There is somewhere a deep defect, a want, in brief, a need, a crying need, somewhere about that man.

Sometimes I feel my arm is like a swan's neck - so weak.

Somehow I find it easier to inhabit characters if they are a little bit pathetic. I do seem to have an affinity with pathetic people.

We are defined by our weak moments.

How little authority I have

If there's something I hate the most, it's feeling helpless, powerless.

Compared to other animals, we humans enter the world remarkably weak and helpless. We remain relatively weak for many years before we can truly operate on our own.

I'm easy to pick on because I'm a string bean.

I just don't want to be seen as a strong person.

I am very, very painfully human.

At the 2018 Hero World Challenge, I felt brittle. I felt like a gust of wind could push me over if I wasn't careful.

We have fear as soon as we are born, we are born into a state of physical helplessness.

I'm not very strong.

Smiling makes me feel weak and not in control and not powerful and small.

At this, Constance sat down on a rock and covered her face. She seemed smaller than ever now - so small the harbor breeze might catch her up like a scrap of paper and carry her away, carry her into nowhere.