Honestly, sometimes I don’t have the strength to be strong because I am truly tired of fighting. There are days I want to rip off this superwoman cape because I no longer see the point of being “a strong Black woman.” I am tired of the internal pain that I pretend doesn’t exist. Yes, I get tired of being resilient.

The secret of vulnerability is not everyone is meant to know. Practice a sacred withholding. Stop giving all of you away.

Tis a fearful thing to love what death can touch.

I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.

The difficult thing is that vulnerability is the first thing I look for in you and the last thing I’m willing to show you. In you, it’s courage and daring. In me, it’s weakness.

Just because I’m feeling vulnerable doesn’t mean I am vulnerable….Often my feeling of vulnerability has much more to do with events from my past than it does with what’s happening now.

Self-revelation is the most vulnerable-making thing of which human beings are capable, and yet in that vulnerability we find our deepest freedom.

Faith minus vulnerability and mystery equals extremism. If you’ve got all the answers, then don’t call what you do “faith.”

One of the most important things you can do on this earth is to let people know they are not alone.

Heartbreak is the beautifully helpless side of love and affection.