Quotes About Sensitivity

It does not hurt weak eyes to look into beautiful eyes never so long.

Beauty seems to strike some people as a personal affront.

It was the sort of beauty you feel so deeply it becomes contagious and somehow makes you feel beautiful too.

I guess we're living in a pretty sensitive world and there's nothing you can do about that.

Beauty comes from tenderness.

The beauty of the moonlight has no meaning for the bats and for the unfeeling minds!

My best friend is disabled. There's nothing he hates more than being left out of the jokes, to be treated with kid gloves. That's the insult.

There is nothing that's off limits. If people think something is off limits, I make it my business to go make a joke about it; that's my job.

Never joke at funerals, or during business transactions.

You don't want to ask after the health of anyone, if you're a funeral director. They think maybe you're scouting for business.

I look away at car crashes, and I know people who look away at car crashes, because it makes us uncomfortable to watch other people in pain.

If a man of real sensitivity and correct reasoning feels concerned about the evil and injustice of the world, he naturally seeks to correct it first where it manifests itself closest to home and that, he will find, is in his own being. This task will take him his whole lifetime.

Vielleicht ist ein Schriftsteller in vielem weltfremd. Aber die menschliche Seele, für die ist seine manchmal kindliche Empfindlichkeit das große Auge" -Handke (Briefwechsel mit Unseld)

In the boulder at my back, there is a shudder, so slight that at another time it might have gone unnoticed. The tremor comes again; the earth is nudging me. And still I do not see.

She thought the tenderness it left in her heart was like a bruise that would never go away, but she would cherish it forever.

Witches and their dæmons felt no cold, but they were aware that other humans did.

And whose quiet static laughter is always appropriate, conscious, complicated by an automatic and sophisticated concern for the special sensitivities of everyone present. Viz. Bonnie laughs only with ; Carlina was so conceived and constituted as to laugh only at .

It's a private thing, that even if it wasn't, I wouldn't talk about it because it makes people uncomfortable to know I have a super-power. That's what Jamie calls it. A super-power. I still call it the noise.

Why trample on a flower when you don't need to?

The way you're singing in your sleep The way you look before you leap The strange illusions that you keep You don't know But I'm noticing The way your touch turns into arcs The way you slide into the dark The beating of my open heart You don't know But I'm noticing

exacerbate , v . I believe your exact words were: You're getting too emotional.

The tenderness between two people can turn the air tender, the room tender, time itself tender. As I step out of bed and slip on an oversize shirt, everything around me feels like it's the temperature of happiness.

I barely notice colors unless I taste them. Not the yellows or the greens. I taste the deeper blues. The darker reds.

At one point they'd repeated everything enough, and I wanted to tell them to stop showing the planes hitting the tower. We didn't need to see it again. And yet I didn't turn it off. Because I was hanging on every minute, wanting to be there when whatever was going to happen next actually happened.