We pride ourselves on the opposite faults to those we have; when we are weak we boast of being unyielding

We pretend to be strong because we are weak.

It is through weakness and vulnerability that most of us learn empathy and compassion and discover our soul.

We are often more treacherous through weakness than calculation

We try to make a virtue of vices we are loth to correct.

What we think to be our greatest weakness can sometimes be our biggest strength.

And fantasy it was, for we were not strong, only aggressive; we were not free, merely licensed; we were not compassionate, we were polite; not good, but well behaved. We courted death in order to call ourselves brave, and hid like thieves from life. We substituted good grammar for intellect; we switched habits to simulate maturity; we rearranged lies and called it truth, seeing in the new pattern of an old idea the Revelation and the Word.

If we know anything, it is that weakness is provocative.

The weak will sometimes find ways to avenge an insult, even upon the strong.

We often think that vulnerability is a kind of weakness, but there's a kind of vulnerability that is actually strength and presence.

All too often cowardice wears the habit of wounded pride.

Love is a possible strength in an actual weakness.

Forgiveness requires a sense that bad behaviour is a sign of suffering rather than malice.

Many of our flaws are old emotional defenses which may fade away when we're loved in spite of them.