Quotes About Sensitivity

Sensitive individuals process experiences more thoroughly than others do.

Most sensitive boys tend to pause to reflect before acting and would not be considered risk-takers. This tendency can easily be understood as demonstrating a healthy caution. However, in most societies boys are frequently encouraged to engage in risky behavior and are praised when they do so, while more cautious behavior is regarded with shame.

What is the difference between a highly sensitive boy and a non-highly sensitive boy? A highly sensitive boy has trouble screening out stimuli and can be easily overwhelmed by noise, crowds and time pressure. The highly sensitive boy (HSB) tends to be very sensitive to pain and violent movies. He is also made extremely uncomfortable by bright lights, strong smells and changes in his life.

The highly sensitive boy's nervous system is wired in such a way that he is more acutely aware of, and attuned to, himself, other people, and his environment than the non-HSB. As a result, a highly sensitive boy is more easily stimulated by his surroundings. This is an inborn trait that researchers have also observed in approximately twenty percent of animal populations.

The sensitive boy who reacts deeply to stimuli and exhibits emotional sensitivity is perfectly normal. However, there's something wrong with a society that shames males who do not act in a tough, aggressive, and emotionally repressed manner—especially when such a significant portion of the population simply isn't cut out for or comfortable with these behaviors.

I was also struck, when we walked together, by her seeming inability to feel some of the simplest emotions. "The mountains are pretty," she said, "but they don't give me a special feeling, the feeling you seem to enjoy … You look at the brook, the flowers, I see what great pleasure you get out of it. I'm denied that.

I can't stand a naked light bulb, any more than I can a rude remark or a vulgar action.

Margaret: Oh you weak people, you weak, beautiful people! - who give up. What you want is someone to [she turns out the rose-silk lamp] take hold of you. Gently, gently, with love! And I do love you, Brick, I do! Brick [smiling with charming sadness]: Wouldn't it be funny if that was true?

It is offensive that so many people feel that it is okay to publicly refer to transsexuals as being "pre-op" or "post-op" when it would so clearly be degrading and demeaning to regularly describe all boys and men as being either "circumcised" or "uncircumcised.

Everything that surrounds us, everything that we see without looking at it, everything that we touch without knowing it, everything that we handle without feeling it, all that we meet without clearly distinguishing it, has a rapid, surprising and inexplicable effect upon us and upon our organs, and through them on our ideas and on our heart itself.

I feel too much. It's like being drummed to death from within. You know?

Me daba asco pensar así, una vez más estar pensando todo lo que a los otros les bastaba sentir.

y yo tenía unas ganas de llorar, ésa es otra cosa que no puedo impedir, de golpe se me quiebra la voz y veo todo nublado, justo cuando necesitaría estar más tranquilo para decir lo que pienso.

Es culpa mía si las cosas me hieren con más fuerza que a otros

Qué hace un cronopio cuando se enamora? Pierde la cabeza, eso y se dedica a cortar margaritas. Cuando a un cronopio le rompen el corazón, llora un poco, y luego un poco más. Se sabe "desdichado y húmedo". Pero mientras llora, piensa en que a todos alguna vez les rompen el corazón. En que enamorarse significa también llorar un poco. Y que a diferencia de los famas, el cronopio llora cuando tiene ganas, y como tiene ganas, llora un poco más.

Ella debió creer que era la luz del sol la que me llenaba los ojos de lágrimas.

Como magullados, sensibles al tacto; en un momento nos dimos la mano y fue terrible.

Y no le hablo con las palabras que sólo han servido para no entendernos, ahora que ya es tarde empiezo a elegir otras, las de ella, las envueltas en eso que ella comprende y que no tiene nombre, auras y tensiones que crispan el aire entre dos cuerpos o llenan de polvo de oro una habitación o un verso.

No son razones, son mostraciones perfectamente objetivas. Vos tendés a moverte en el continuo, como dicen los físicos, mientras que yo soy sumamente sensible a la discontinuidad vertiginosa de la existencia.

Pone una mano sobre la mano de Michèle. Michèle pone su otra mano sobre la de Pierre. Pierre pone su otra mano sobre la de Michèle. Michèle saca la mano de abajo y la pone encima. Pierre saca la mano de abajo y la pone encima. Michèle saca la mano de abajo y apoya la palma contra la nariz de Pierre.

Los ojos son las únicas manos que nos van quedando a unos cuantos, bonita

Es mi culpa mÍa si las cosas me hieren con más fuerza que a otros

soy sumamente sensible a la discontinuidad vertiginosa de la existencia.

y Rema que tocaba un caracol con la punta del dedo, tan delicadamente que también su dedo tenía algo de caracol.