Quotes About Sensitivity

when someone of great significance in our lives makes us feel like our belonging is more of a question mark than a security blanket, we become very sensitive to even the slightest hints of rejection.

He was not very fond of music. Not because it didn't move him — but because it did. "It makes me want to say kind things, stupid things, and pat the heads of people," he admitted. "But now you have to beat them on the head, beat them without mercy.

He looked at her as if she had just said something surprising. He appeared almost vulnerable for a moment.

It was almost like fear, in the way it filled me, rising in my chest. It was almost like tears, in how swiftly it came.

I touched the thought like a bruise, testing its ache.

Lorsque nous sommes jeunes, nous croyons être les premiers au monde à ressentir chaque sentiment.

Walk very lightly and carefully, Wade. Look behind every bush.

She's always looking for poetry and passion and sensitivity, the whole Romantic kitchen. I live on a rather simpler diet.' 'Prose and pudding?' 'I don't expect attractive men necessarily to have attractive souls.

Perhaps twenty minutes later he realized she had gone to sleep. He quietly removed his now stiff arm, then turned away. It must have woken her a little After a moment he felt her turn as well and lay a hand, instinctively, like a sleeping wife, across his hips; as if, in some dream, he was the one who escaped.

CunoaÈ™terea nu m-a f?cut fericit, m-a cuprins o furie surd? împotriva legii evoluÈ›iei, care acceptase ca în una È™i aceeaÈ™i minte s? existe atâta sensibilitate È™i atâta stâng?cie totodat?. În mine se revolta propriul eu ca un iepure în capcan?.

Seeing her made me feel like I was catching a rarity, going up to it very careful, heart-in-mouth as they say.

The closer we are to someone, the easier it is to bruise or be bruised.

If a man's from Texas, he'll tell you. If he's not, why embarrass him by asking?

The author explains that some find recourse from injustice in literature and art but that these tend to deepen sensitivity to injustice rather than dull it.

I learned a strange thing - that in a jumble of unintelligible talk, the word n***** always leaps out with electric clarity. You always hear it and always it stings. And always it casts the person using it into a category of brute ignorance.

When Jack Burns needed to hold his mother's hand, his fingers could see in the dark.

It's hard to pretend to be born without causing offense.

it insisted to her that she was a writer, when perhaps she was only a sensitive and loving reader, a lover of literature who thought she wanted to write. I think it was the writing that killed Lilly, because writing can do that. It just burned her up; she wasn't big enough to take the self-abuse of it, to take the constant chipping away – of herself.

A clammy dew is beading on my brow, At mere remembering her pale laugh, and curse. "Ha! ha! Sir Dainty! there must be a nurse Made of rose leaves and thistledown, express, To cradle thee my sweet, and lull thee: yes, I am too flinty-hard for thy nice touch: My tenderest squeeze is but a giant's clutch.

I thought that the vibrissae about my nostrils detected something unique while I was outside.

People of privilege will always risk their complete destruction rather than surrender any material part of their advantage. Intellectual myopia, often called stupidity, is no doubt a reason. But the privileged also feel that their privileges, however egregious they may seem to others, are a solemn, basic, God-given right. The sensitivity of the poor to injustice is a trivial thing compared with that of the rich.

So Kennan came back to America "glowing inwardly at everything which . . . is sound and right and refreshing, and wincing at everything which offends a taste rendered more discriminate than the average by its ability to draw comparisons." His sensitivity was that of a musical instrument, vibrating to the "most minute phenomena

Misophonia n. Irrational rage and terror caused by the sound of people eating.

We are like chameleons, we take our hue and the color of our moral character, from those who are around us.