Quotes About Sensitivity

I'm developing a knack for this, I can sniff out hidden misery in others now with hardly any effort at all.

She thought: "They both see the truth of this war, but Ashley is willing to die about it and Rhett isn't. I think that shows Rhett's good sense.

There are cameras nowadays that have been developed to tell the difference between a squirrel and a bomb.

The technology used to detect if vehicles are carrying radioactive material is so sensitive it can tell if a person recently received radiation as part of a medical procedure.

I don't think I'd feel any more violated if he'd stripped me bare. I might as well have lain down before him openly exposing all my flaws and my fears, inviting him to psychoanalyze me.

I didn't know the real reason that she was crying. I was just carried away by the feeling of her in my arms, trembling and warm.

Its almost Thanksgiving! A day when you get to hear your extended family use racial slurs for groups are not taking away their jobs.

Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.

Your lexicon is not entitled to slurs; it's time to retire them.

I'm painfully aware of my surroundings at all times.

A lot of times, you feel like you're walking on eggshells in a creative environment, because everyone's having to watch out for egos so much of the time.

When someone is upset, it's not a good time to bring up your own problems.

The body knows things a long time before the mind catches up to them. I was wondering what my body knew that I didn't.

Maybe you've had skin next to your skin, but when was the last time you let yourself be touched?

Myself, mad, wise, I know the taste of burning tears.

Hissiz insanlar? küçümseme. Ne yaÅŸad?klar?n? bilsen, sen de hissiz olmay? dilerdin.

It is a troublesome thing, Halford, this susceptibility to affronts where none are intended.

How odd it is that we so often weep for each other's distresses, when we shed not a tear for our own!

But I won't bore you any longer on the subject of old men. It won't make things any better and all my plans of revenge (such as disconnecting the lamp, shutting the door, hiding his clothes) must be abandoned in order to keep the peace. Oh, I'm becoming so sensible! ...

This kind of beauty softens you and expands you, which is good, but of course it makes you vulnerable to all sorts of horrible things, like, oh, feelings. And being in your body.

A big heart is both a clunky and a delicate thing; it doesn't protect itself and it doesn't hide. It stands out, like a baby's fontanel, where you can see the soul pulse through.

A writer is someone on whom nothing is lost

Write about your childhoods, I tell them for the umpteenth time. Write about that time in your life when you were so intensely interested in the world, when your powers of observation were at their most acute, when you felt things so deeply. Exploring and understanding your childhood will give you the ability to empathize, and that understanding and empathy will teach you to write with intelligence and insight and compassion.

little girls baked and learned to dust furniture, and this pleased everyone—briefly. When I was needy, shy, worried, deeply sensitive, too skinny or, later, overweight—in other words, most me—not so much.