Quotes About Sensibility

The possession of arbitrary power has always, the world over, tended irresistibly to destroy humane sensibility, magnanimity, and truth.

What have I done?" he asked, his voice raw. "You used to be such a sane, sensible lady." "You took me on a journey into my own heart.

Intelligence once meant more than what any artificial intelligence does. It used to include sensibility, sensitivity, awareness, discernment, reason, acumen, and wit.

The more knowledge we have about the realities of lethal illness, the more sensible we can be about choosing the time to stop or the time to fight on, and the less we expect the kind of death most of us will not have. For those who die and those who love them, a realistic expectation is the surest path to tranquillity.

In the arts feeling is always meaning.

In the arts," James wrote, "feeling is always meaning.

To reason about love is to lose reason.

Virtue and taste are nearly the same, for virtue is little more than active taste, and the most delicate affections of each combine in real love.

She was, indeed, far too human a creature to care much for art.

Perhaps drugging the woman he intended to fall in love with wasn't the accepted method of kindling a passionate romance, yet Archimedes considered it the most sensible way to proceed.

Il fatto che un'opinione sia ampiamente condivisa, non è affatto una prova che non sia completamente assurda. Anzi, considerata la stupidità della maggioranza degli uomini, è più probabile che un'opinione diffusa sia cretina anziché sensata.

When you are on the management side, you still have to understand the artistic sensibility so that there is a dialogue with the creative side.

I always want the last line to be really good, which may sound silly, but I want it to be a last pleasing line.

It frightens you how practical you can be, how cold, even with your own.

It is passivity that dulls feeling.

One of my oldest crusades is against the distinction between thought and feeling, which is really the basis of all anti-intellectual views: the heart and the head, thinking and feeling, fantasy and judgment . . . and I don't believe it's true. . . . I have the impression that thinking is a form of feeling and that feeling is a form of thinking.

Time liberates the work of art from moral relevance, delivering it over to the Camp sensibility . . . Another effect: time contracts the sphere of banality. (Banality is, strictly speaking, always a category of the contemporary.) What was banal can, with the passage of time, become fantastic.

Camp sees everything in quotation marks. It's not a lamp, but a lamp; not a woman, but a woman. To perceive Camp in objects and persons is to understand Being-as-Playing-a-Role. It is the farthest extension, in sensibility, of the metaphor of life as theater.

To name a sensibility, to draw its contours and to recount its history, requires a deep sympathy modified by revulsion.

Taste has no system and no proofs. But there is something like a logic of taste: the consistent sensibility which underlies and gives rise to a certain taste.

I am strongly drawn to Camp, and almost as strongly offended by it. That is why I want to talk about it, and why I can. For no one who wholeheartedly shares in a given sensibility can analyze it; he can only, whatever his intention, exhibit it.

Any sensibility which can be crammed into the mold of a system, or handled with the rough tools of proof, is no longer a sensibility. It has hardened into an idea ...

If civilization may be defined as that stage of human life at which, objectively, the body becomes a problem, then our moment of civilization may be described as that stage at which we are subjectively aware of, and feel trapped by, this problem. Now we aspire to the life of the body and we reject the ascetic traditions of Judaism and Christianity, but we are still confined in the generalized sensibility which that religious tradition bequeathed us.

I've always had a theory that some of us are born with nerve endings longer than our bodies