Quotes About Sensitivity

One of the ways we interact with other human beings and form social bonds is through touch, and probably most of us are not aware of the extreme importance of touch.

Well, I'm just a really sentimental person, and I just get leveled by things so easily, like from films, to personal interactions, to memories, to music.

We live in a much more interconnected world now, and that means that it's more fragile than we realize.

When an attractive woman shows any interest in me, I'm immediately alerted.

But I think that sensitivity is also a good counsellor when it comes to enforcing one's interests.

If you are connected to your own internal being, it is very hard to be screwing and destroying and hurting another human being, because you'll be feeling what they're feeling. If you're separated, it's not a hard thing to do at all.

I'm very empathetic, and it allows me to almost know what people are thinking and how they truly feel. The only problem is, I internalize their emotions.

Artists are the antennae of the race.

Her tears were not for public consumption, she used to say. (216)

I didn't need protecting and men seemed to sense that. It bothered a lot of them.

The problem is that your so-called humanistic spirit hasn't allowed you to think about things from someone else's perspective. If you did, then you would have taken all this into consideration already.... Adhering to the principles of humanism is the most basic and fundamental type of common sense.

I want to cry because I feel like it— the way children cry in the last row of seats— because I am not a man, not a poet, not a leaf, only a wounded pulse that probes the things of the other side.

Perché mi guardi così? Hai una spina in ogni occhio.

Alcides Gómez es un hombre sensible. Tan perdidamente marica, que ve un muchacho bonito y se le salen las lágrimas.

Cómo iba a verme en un viejo que lagrimea oyendo «Un Rayito de Luna» de Los Panchos! Por la puerta mal cerrada de mi sensibilidad, una noche se me coló la música del mundo hasta el mero corazón.

She stood behind her mother's chair and brushed her hair gently for about five minutes, drawing the brush smoothly from forehead to nape, over and over, in the way her mother liked. It was the only sustained physical contact she seemed to enjoy. Her usual mode of a kiss good-bye, for instance, was the kiss-and-push-you-on-your-way. She wasn't a snuggler. No surprise, really, that this acceptable affection came via a prickly implement.

People, nearly all of them, don't know how to worry about others without being presumptuous, with finesse, with modesty. They think they know. My sister thought she knew. Knew the human race. . . . Knowledge doesn't know. But that's something few understand.

People, nearly all of them, don't know how to worry about others without being presumptuous, with finesse, with modesty. They think they know.

For Guidance I am divinely sensitive to my intuitive leads, and give instant obedience to Thy will.

Sunt prea blazat pentru a m? îndr?gosti, ?i prea sensibil pentru a r?mâne indiferent. Pe scurt, prea slab pentru a r?mâne însurat

Knowing and feeling are two different things, and feeling is what counts.

Quiet people often have a weather sense that loud people lack. They feel the wind-changes of conversations, and shiver in the chill of unspoken resentments.

There was too much to feel strongly about, she was stretched too thin, so she could not quite feel anything about anything.

I understand Neverfell, you see. For Neverfell, it is as if other people are part of her. When she believes they are in pain, it hurts her, like a wound in a pretend limb. So right now she is in pain for all the people she saw in the Undercity.