Quotes About Sensitivity

There's a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours.

Our real calling to be a compassionate Christian came when we stepped out of the waters of baptism… We don't need a bishop's assignment to be kind. We don't need to sign up to be thoughtful. We don't need to be sustained by our wards to be sensitive.

Oh, bullshit," Wyatt said. I blinked. "This isn't one of those stories, Avice. One moment of cack-handedness, Captain Cook offends the bloody locals, one slip of the tongue or misuse of sacred cutlery, and bang, he's on the grill. Do you ever think how self-aggrandising that stuff is? Oh, all those stories pretend to be mea culpas about cultural insensitivity, oops we said the wrong thing, but they're really all about how ridiculous natives overreact.

prickling of the skin, sixth and seventh senses ringing dully like psychic tinnitus.

Privilege, you see, is one of the great adversaries of the imagination; it spreads a thick layer of adipose tissue over our sensitivity.

If we want more moments of connection, we need to be more responsive to others.

acting with responsiveness to others can create tighter bonds:

The higher numbers get, the less sensitive we get to them, a phenomenon psychologists have labeled "psychophysical numbing.

The higher numbers get, the less sensitive we get to them, a phenomenon psychologists have labeled "psychophysical numbing." Moving on the number scale from 10 to 20 feels significant. But moving an equal distance from 340 to 350, even though it's the same increase, we feel nothing… that's "numbing.

I closed my eyes and willed my breath to slow, my conscious mind to fold itself inward. I could feel heat pulsing from my daughter's head, her frantic thoughts whirling like broken glass. I loosened my hold on my body and dropped into that whirlpool.

when the subject matter is potentially a hot button, it never hurts to be prepared, anticipating the kinds of thoughts and feelings that your partner might experience.

This was how a kind heart broke, after all: inward, making no shrapnel. Dear

Anyone who feels to much or radiates extremity gets very lonely.

Wie gefällt dir meine Mutter?« fragte er leise in ihr Ohr. Und Lela, ohne ihn anzusehen, antwortete: »Sie ist wunder-, wunderschön.« Mehr konnte sie um alles in der Welt nicht sagen, sonst hätte sie geweint.

Wo ein Messer einmal tief ins Fleisch geschnitten hat, tut die Berührung durch eine Feder weh.

Beauty has the more ardent, but worth the more discriminating lovers.

Each moment of loss, she has come to believe, contains within it the possibility of a new life. When the unimaginable happens, and your life changes irrevocably, you may find along with the pain a kind of grace. And in the place of certainty and fear—the fear of losing what you had—you are left with something startling: a depth of empathy, a quivering sensitivity to the world around you, and the unexpected blessing of gratitude for what remains.

Eighty-two years later, the sound of her crying still haunts me. If only I had paid closer attention to why she was crying instead of simply trying to quiet her. If only I had paid closer attention.

Maisie sensed it first. She wouldn't stop crying. Since she was a month old, when our mother got sick,

Compassion is a fundamental principle of meditation. Meditation is not a narcissistic, self-interested path. It provides the foundation for love, integrity, compassion, respect and sensitivity (Feldman, 1998, p.2).

Because she lives in a state of alarm, she notices things that others miss.

Sugarcoat your complaints a little bit, as you would with a good friend whose feelings you don't want to hurt. (Gottman calls this the "soft start-up.")

You are a medium," Marta said. "Although so is everybody a medium, an involuntary host to free-floating misery. But you're a more available one.

Olvidé mencionar que soy sensible no sólo a la melancolía y a la jaqueca, sino que poseo, además, otro don casi místico: puedo percibir olores por teléfono (Bóll, Heinrich. Opiniones de un payaso, trad. Lucas Casas. México: Seix Barral, 2005 p. 14).