Tim Allen Quotes

I'd been running for years: there was nothing scarier, to me, than to just be still with someone. And yet, there on that dark road, going home, I was.

I'm a total wreck. Afraid to let anyone near. Afraid they'll see the real me.

Okay. Then...I can talk. Ask me something." "Okay." He laughs shakily in my ear. "Why is your heart racing Tris?" I cringe and say, "Well, I...I barely know you. I barely know you and I'm crammed up against you in a box, Four, what do you think?"... "Maybe you were cut out for Candor," he says, "because you're a terrible liar.

...available people are the ones who are dangerous, because they confront us with the possibility of real intimacy.

The thing that makes me most vulnerable is romantic relationship.

The times I have tried to get close to someone resulted in me feeling threatened and weak.

I think connection makes me vulnerable. Commitment makes me vulnerable, really.

To give and receive love, you have to be in touch with pain, you have to be capable of provoking it and feeling it.

I don't fear commitment and people in my world getting too close.

Please stop looking at me, she thought, afraid of his eyes and terrified of her own heart.

Love is a vulnerable thing. Falling in love is like a great drug. But then to really be known and really let someone else be known is very vulnerable. It's a weird thing.

There are those who never stretch out the hand for fear it will be bitten. But those who never stretch out the hand will never feel it clasped in friendship.

Perhaps he was afraid as I was that we'd be caught. Or perhaps he was breathing me in just as I was letting him come into my lungs, my eyes, my heart.

Britney: My love doesn't scare me. Other people's love scares me.

It wasn’t that strangers couldn’t hurt you. It was simply that the people you loved could do it so much better.

Maybe I was afraid to trust him with something so personal as my devotion.

Most human beings still cannot trust love.

Because letting someone in close meant they could hurt you. I knew all about that kind of fear. I lived with it.

We want to be in open, loving communion with each other and our greatest fear is intimacy. That it won't work and we'll be rejected.

When he first put his arms around me, it was tentative, like maybe he expected I'd pull away. When I didn't, he moved in closer, his hands smoothing over my shoulders, and in my mind I saw myself retreating a million times when people tried to do this same thing: my sister or my mother, pulling back and into myself, tucking everything out of sight, where only I knew where to find it. This time, though, I gave in. I let Wes pull me against him, pressing my head against his chest, where I could feel his heart beating, steady and true.

She pulled away and looked at him. 'I kissed you and you left.' When Kat heard the pounding, she thought it was the beating of her heart. It was too loud, she thought. Hale was going to hear it; he was going to see it; and he was going to know how much power he had to hurt her.

Closeness can lead to emotions other than love. It's the ones who have been too intimate with you, lived in too close quarters, seen too much of your pain or envy or, perhaps more than anything, your shame, who, at the crucial moment, can be too easy to cut out, to exile, to expel, to kill off.

And maybe that was love. Being so vulnerable and allowing someone else in so far they could hurt you, but they also give you everything.

Sex is such a personal thing - why do we insist on sharing it with another person?

I-" said Nick, his voice halting. "I don't mind it as much when - when people touch me. Some people." Mae looked down, and Nick, who looked more relaxed when he'd been stabbed, slowly lifted his hand from his chest and laid it on the tumbled sheets between them, fingers half-curled into his palm. He was still regarding the ceiling with a fixed glare. "Because you trust them not to hurt you?" Mae asked tentatively. "No," Nick said, his voice harsh. "Because I'd let them hurt me.