Quotes About Sensitivity

But I've learned in my life that not everything that happens needs to be talked about. Some things are better left alone.

I'd say, yes, the horse has a way of communicating pain without words. I can't always put my finger on how.

There was something familiar in her energy. And yet I didn't want to use that word, because it sounded too flaky and new-agey, and I didn't even know if I believed that people had an energy. But there's something in a person you can feel, so that you know a little bit about him before he even opens his mouth. I just wasn't sure what to call it.

suit the feelings of those we love and want to protect.

does it seem to you like she's right around here somewhere?" I watched his forehead furrow. I think he knew what I was asking. That I was talking about some kind of sixth sense knowing. Which made my question nearly impossible to answer.

he slings me up to Yozzy's back. I ease gently down onto her. After all, it is her back. Not a motorcycle seat, or a bale of straw, but the fine vertebrae of a sentient being.

I wondered if a white person could ever comment on the minority experience and get it right.

I can't help wondering what the world would be like if our empathy muscle were a bit more developed.

Younger you are, the more you're not sure what's the right way to be in the world. The more you think you might be getting it wrong, the more sensitive you'll be about it. As you get older, like me, you stop caring so much what people think.

Dear, dear Ruthie," he said, and grasped one of my hands in both of his. And although it was an oversimplification of the man, it struck me that this was his single greatest quality: he made everybody feel dear. And the sad truth of this world is that not many people feel that way, and not much of the time.

He listened to the occasional creak of Flora's squeaky board, and noticed it sounded lonely. Or maybe that was just him.

This is what comes of having a heart, even a very small and young one. It causes no end of trouble, and that's the truth.

It's in our blood—we heard their distresses like a rung bell in our bones.

It is not possible to posses so many colors and a hard heart.

Only the uncool have the requisite alone time to advance their species. And so it was that, eventually, between drawing meatship schematics in the dirt and dreaming of a world where she didn't hate literally everyone, the shiest and most sensitive of Yurtmaks began to plan the most ambitious massacre in the history of the galaxy: the murder of stupidity.

Don was called Don Thumb throughout school. Maybe that was why Don was such a touchy son of a bitch.

All mothers have intuition. The great ones have radar.

her feelings were unusual creatures. Sensitive as a coral reef to any personal criticism, but entirely oblivious to any hurt she inflicted on anyone else.

Of course, "white tears" does not refer to all pain but to the particular emotional fragility a white person experiences when they find racial stress so intolerable they become hypersensitive and defensive, focusing the stress back to their own bruised ego.

the horse looks, but how beautiful it feels to him.

Er gebeuren dingen om ons heen. Maar we merken ze nauwelijks. We zijn doof en blind.

Crawling into the skin of the other (empathy). 'It must be hard to …' 176

You hear me speak. But do you hear me feel?

Por lo demás, me siento tan poco dispuesto a avergonzarme de mi pasión que, desde el instante en que la abracé no he dejado de felicitarme y me alegra sentir uno de esos afectos sin los cuales ignoramos la grandeza, saber que soy capaz de sufrimientos distintos a los del cuerpo y haber descubierto la ternura y la sensibilidad desmesurada de mi corazón.