Quotes About Sensitivity

There are worse occupations in this world than feeling a woman's pulse.

Honest criticism is hard to take, particularly from a relative, a friend, an acquaintance, or a stranger.

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.

We say we love flowers, yet we pluck them. We say we love trees, yet we cut them down. And people still wonder why some are afraid when told they are loved.

Your love is felt in my heartbeat .

Those who easily get hurt are usually the ones who care and love the most.

Love makes you strong in front of the whole world but weak in front of the one you love.

Love sees no gender, status and age actually love doesn't look at all because love FEELS.

When you have a good heart: You help too much. You trust too much. You give too much. You love too much. And it always seems you hurt the most.

Only real men can handle truly delicate women.

Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.

How can you be kissing at a time like this? Have you no respect for the dead?

He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It's his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.

Imagination makes people oversensitive,vulnerable and exposed. Perhaps it's a form of degeneracy. I have never held the shortcomings of the unimaginative against them. Sometimes I've even envied them: they have an easier and more pleasant life than everyone else.

Ich erinnere mich sehr gut, wie wenig Phantasie die meisten Menschen besaßen. Wahrscheinlich war das ein Glück für sie. Phantasie macht den Menschen überempfindlich, verletzbar und ausgeliefert. Vielleicht ist sie überhaupt eine Entartungserscheinung. Ich habe den Phantasielosen ihren Mangel nie angekreidet, manchmal habe ich sie sogar um ihn beneidet. Sie hatten ein leichteres und angenehmeres Leben als die anderen.

Without tenderness, a man is uninteresting.

The more sensitive you are, the more certain you are to be brutalized, develop scabs, never evolve. Never allow yourself to feel anything, because you always feel to much.

People with BPD are like people with third degree burns over 90% of their bodies. Lacking emotional skin, they feel agony at the slightest touch or movement.

The mature person becomes able to differentiate feelings into as many nuances, strong and passionate experiences, or delicate and sensitive ones as in the different passages of music in a symphony.

if my partner wants more affection than I'm giving her, she is "needy and dependent." But if I want more affection than she is giving me, then she is "aloof and insensitive." If my colleague is more concerned about details than I am, he is "picky and compulsive." On the other hand, if I am more concerned about details than he is, he is "sloppy and disorganized.

Disgust relies on moral obtuseness. It is possible to view another human being as a slimy slug or a piece of revolting trash only if one has never made a serious good-faith attempt to see the world through that person's eyes or to experience that person's feelings. Disgust imputes to the other a subhuman nature. How, by contrast, do we ever become able to see one another as human? Only through the exercise of imagination.

If a cone had dropped on velvet needles, if a star had lain a silver track across the sky, if the dead had turned in their graves - I swear, I would have heard it, that's how silent it all was.

Their expressions gave Moon the impression that was he was being watched with disapproval, but he felt like that a lot, so it was probably just him.

For introverts who have a high level of internal activity, anything coming from the outside raises their intensity level index quickly. It's kind of like being tickled—the sensation goes from feeling good and fun to "too much" and uncomfortable in a split second.