Quotes About Sensitivity

Crying makes me know I'm still real and still alive.

He was a sensitive man and many people had caused him anguish.

There is a road from the eye to the heart that does not go through the intellect.

A lot of people lacked that gift: knowing when to fuck off.

wakefulness

Each of us knows when it's time to wake, eat and rest. We don't need to read a clock for these activities; we need to listen.

but I beseech you, as most I may, that you inflict not on her those pangs which you inflicted whilere on her who was sometime yours; for methinketh she might scarce avail to endure them, both because she is younger and because she hath been delicately reared, whereas the other had been in continual fatigues from a little child.

It's why we close the eyes, too. The dead shouldn't have to look on the lewd aliveness of the living.

She acquired a lifetime aversion to the phrases bless your heart and poor dears.

if you've experienced discrimination in one form, you're more likely to recognize it in another. Also

there was more to modern mining than logic. The best engineers had feel. It was a sensitivity born of experience, of talent, and even of something like love, with which they commanded, not only the mountains, but the machine they rode and directed. Now this too was added to the list of man's endeavors for which some special talent was needed.

Are we really sure the purring is coming from the kitty and not from our very own hearts?

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

But you just know when someone's there, don't you? You can feel them in the house, as if--oh, I don't know, I'm an old woman rambling--but it's as if your heart knows that their heart is beating somewhere and everything's all right.

I do wish you'd break the careless habit of using the word American as if you had stolen it from the rest of us. Use norteamericano, because we Cubans and Mexicans and Uruguayans, we're also Americans.

We had our arms round each other. It was like holding in my hand some rare, exhausted, nearly doomed bird which I had miraculously happened to find.

I went down again. My heart and I went down again. I was aware of her hand. I was aware of my breathing. I could no longer see it, but I was aware of her face.

tenderness so painful I thought my heart would burst.

We had our arms around each other. It was like holding in my hand some rare, exhausted, nearly doomed bird which I had miraculously happened to find.

But the fact that I had said it as he held my hand made it sound to me unutterably helpless and soft and coy.

Neither love nor terror makes one blind; indifference makes one blind.

The police are very sensitive about being accused of violating a suspect's constitutional rights – they are, indeed, as sensitive to any and all criticism as aging beauty queens – and would never have arrested Tony in the way that they did if they had not been certain that his accusation could never be heard.

I could be hurt by something other than myself.

I'm sensitive, and I don't ever want to make anyone feel uncomfortable.