Quotes About Sensitivity

Guys are like dogs: they never notice if you've changed your hair, but they can sense when there's another guy sniffing around their territory

There are two kinds of people that wear bike helmets: kids and retards.

Her hands were freezing, just like they always were, so I warmed them, just like I always did.

I want you to play me like a cello.

The feelings pile up, threatening to crack-up my chest wide-open ..

I feel hungover even though we didn't drink, and lonely even though I'm used to being on my own

Creo que eres el tipo de persona que encuentra dinero en el suelo y lo mueve en el aire y pregunta si alguien lo ha perdido. Creo que lloras en películas que ni siquiera son tristes porque tienes un corazón tierno, aunque no lo muestras. Creo que haces cosas que te asustan, y eso te hace más valiente que esos adictos a la adrenalina que hacen saltos en bungee desde los puentes.

I'm not crying because of how much I hurt. I'm crying because of how much I feel.

her ability to hear music in the silence.

I've never seen anyone cry like this. Quiet but gushing, a faucet behind his eyes mysteriously turned on.

You know that saying about a frog in a pot? How you can put a frog in boiling water and it'll jump straight out, but if you put a frog in tepid water and slowly increase the heat, it'll adjust and adjust until it dies?

Galen cupped her cheek with his uninjured hand, his thumb caressing the rise of satin-covered bone. She trembled, but didn't pull away.

I asked why you want to keep your clothes on. Are you scarred?" Shiver bumps dotted her skin. "No." Not physically, at least. "It will not bother me if you are. I swear. I will kiss them better," he said huskily.

Empathy is a special application of the imagination. The ability to imagine what it would be like to experience what someone else is experiencing can be crucial to moral sensitivity.

if I wanted to make them feel pain, I had to hit them in a place where they actually felt it.

She wolde wepe, if that she saugh a mousKaught in a trappe, if it were deed or bledde.

They take it wisly, faire, and softe.

The worst sin toward our fellow creatures is not to hate them, but to be indifferent to them; that's the essence of inhumanity

The worst sin towards our fellow creatures is not to hate them, but to be indifferent to them: that's the essence of inhumanity.

The worst sin toward our fellow creatures is not to hate them, but to be indifferent to them -- that's the essense of inhumanity.

And those who saw, it did surprise, Such drops could fall from human eyes.

It was not that she was out of temper, but that the world was not equal to the demands of her fine organism.

He was of an impressible nature, and lived a great deal in other people's opinions and feelings concerning himself...

...that freshness of feeling, that delicate honor which shrinks from wounding even a sentiment...