Quotes About Sensitivity

It is the heart that has been pierced that feels the most.

Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?

I'm a draftsperson. And also, I really respond to love.

He didn't want to say the word alive. And not just because it seemed so silly, putting that on an official record, but also because, alone in his cabin, it suddenly felt like the ship was listening. He didn't want it to hear him.

The reading-room? "Of the British Museum. I go there every day." "You do? I've only been there once. I'm afraid I found it rather a depressing place. It—it seemed to sap one's vitality. It doe. That's why I go there. The lower one's vitality, the more sensitive one is to great art.

Okay, now, fair warning: If you're super-sensitive to words, skip this paragraph. But I'm telling you, this smell, this growing stink drifting down toward me, could only be described as that word that's created when F meets Art.

I can't bear being told what I ought to feel; although I can see the subject under discussion, I feel like a blind man.

Guilt is God's idea. He uses it the way highway engineers use rumble strips. When we swerve off track, they call us back. Guilt does the same. It leaves us more alive, more concerned, more sensitive, more reverant, more human, more passionate,more responsible.

tenderhearted

I know that I myself have felt that prickling of the scalp that Emily Dickinson tells us is the sign of recognition before a true poem.

I am starved for tenderness and that is what is the matter with me and has been the matter with me for months

a hand (Standish's are ice cold) and

The true nature of a person is communicated as much, perhaps even more, by touch than by the look in his eyes.

I live alone, perhaps for no good reason, for the reason that I am an impossible creature, set apart by a temperament I have never learned to use as it could be used, thrown off by a word, a glance, a rainy day, or one drink too many.

Take the blinders from your vision take the padding from your ears and confess you've heard me crying and admit you've seen my tears.

The human heart is so delicate and sensitive that it always needs some tangible encouragement to prevent it from faltering in its labor. The human heart is so robust, so tough, that once encouraged it beats its rhythm with a loud unswerving insistency.

We need the courage to say obesity is not funny and vulgarity is not amusing.

Is it true the ribs can tell The kick of a beast from a Lover's fist?

Though I prided myself on tender sensitivity, I have never known when a great love affair was beginning. Some barricade lies midway my mind, and I'm usually on my back scrutinising a ceiling before it is borne in on me that this is the man I fantasised in my late-night fingering.

Play act with a baby doll. Carry around a swaddled doll so that your dog gets used to routine baby activities. Take the doll in a stroller on a walk with the dog.

if you have to say "no offense" to someone, you have already offended them.

I thought you'd like it, he said, seeming hurt. You look very pretty.

I have spread my dreams beneath your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. W. B. Yeats

Oh, Lady, said the woodcutter, my hurt is overwhelming because it is someone else's pain that makes me cry.