Quotes About Sensibility

He [Rabbi Menasha Levartov] was one of those men who, even in the years of peace, would have advised his congregation that while God may well be honored by the inflexibility of the pious, he might also be honored by the flexibility of the sensible.

[Burke] is not affected by the reality of distress touching his heart, but by the showy resemblance of it striking his imagination. He pities the plumage, but forgets the dying bird.

Art is the objectification of feeling.

Insensibility, of all kinds, and on all occasions, most moves my imperial displeasure.

It seems to me that Canadian sensibility has been profoundly disturbed, not so much by our famous problem of identity, important as that is, as by a series of paradoxes in what confronts that identity. It is less perplexed by the question Who am I? than by some such riddle as Where is here?

I suspect I do not like kisses in general--perhaps my blood is stirred by poetry alone--but I have no grounds for comparison.

the reader will find here that works of literature, like War and Peace, are intercut with episodes from daily life (childhood, marriage, religious life, responses to the landscape, food and drinking habits, attitudes to death) where the outlines of this national consciousness may be discerned. These are the episodes where we may find, in life, the unseen threads of a common Russian sensibility, such as Tolstoy had imagined in his celebrated dancing scene.

Yes, very sensible... People die of common sense, Dorian, one lost moment at a time. Life is a moment. There is no hereafter. So make it burn always with the hardest flame.

My great religion is a belief in the blood, the flesh, as being wiser than the intellect. We can grow wrong in our minds. But what our blood feels and believes, and says, is always true.

By noting that she seems to listen but not speak, Bellincioni conveyed what makes the portrait so momentous: it captures the sense of an inner mind at work. Her emotions seem to be revealed, or at least hinted at, by the look in her eyes, the enigma of her smile, and the erotic way she clutches and caresses the ermine.

I HAVE already hinted that the dainty, squeamish, and fastidious taste acquired by a surfeit of idle reading, had not only rendered our hero unfit for serious and sober study, but had even disgusted him in some degree with that in which he had hitherto indulged. He

Too much sensibility creates unhappiness too much insensibility leads to crime.

Ele disse que, com o poder de imaginação que tenho e minha rotina de inventar histórias, uma debilidade dos nervos como a minha só pode resultar em fantasias, e que devo usar minha força de vontade e meu bom senso para controlar essa propensão

Ele disse que, com o poder de imaginação que tenho e meu hábito de inventar histórias, uma debilidade dos nervos como a minha só pode resultar em fantasias exaltadas, e que devo usar minha força de vontade e meu bom senso para controlar essa propensão.

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Opera in English is, in the main, just about as sensible as baseball in Italian.

Can you, who have always been used to serenity and order in a family, to rational, refined, and improving conversation, relinquish them, and launch into the whirlpool of frivolity, where the correct taste and the delicate sensibility which you possess must constantly be wounded

She thought she was a sensible girl. But some kind of love had taken hold of her and refused to let her go, and it wasn't a happy, easy, joyful thing, it had her in a vice-like grip.

There are two worlds: the world we can measure with line and rule, and the world that we feel with our hearts and imagination.

Art is not a handicraft; it is the transmission of feeling the artist has experienced.

Never did I see such an affecting Scene as was the meeting of Edward and Augustus. 'My Life! my Soul!' (exclaimed the former). 'My Adorable Angel!' (replied the latter) as they flew into each other's arms. It was too pathetic for the feelings of Sophia and myself -- We fainted alternately on a sofa.

He is just what a young man ought to be, said she, sensible, good-humoured, lively; and I never saw such happy manners!—so much ease, with such perfect good breeding!

Marianne's abilities were, in many respects, quite equal to Elinor's. She was sensible and clever; but eager in everything: her sorrows, her joys, could have no moderation. She was generous, amiable, interesting: she was everything but prudent. The resemblance between her and her mother was strikingly great.

What harm could there be in returning smile for smile and in allowing the most charming man she had ever met to conquer the few remaining corners of her heart where common sense retained a last fleeting hold?