Quotes About Sensitivity

Manufacturers use names like 'Apache' and 'Cherokee' to conjure up images of the wild freebooting warrior. (Would you fly an Aborigine into battle? Drive a Swede across the desert?) In the same vein, there are still sports teams called 'the Braves' and 'the Redskins' - roughly the equivalent, as several Native Americans have pointed out, of calling a team 'the Buck Niggers' or 'the Jewboys'.

Gently this time, though still the touch shot through Jim's clothes, through his skin even. It was this way whenever their bodies met, if limping he brushed against him or laughing he squeezed his arms. The touch charged through like a sputtering tram-wire until it wasn't Doyler he felt but what Doyler touched, which was himself. This is my shoulder, this my leg. And he did not think he had felt himself before, other than in pain or in sin.

What the Eyes See our soul Will Feel iT.

Fancy education isn't everything. You don't need a doctorate to be an intelligent, sensitive, kind, and caring person which you truly, truly are, Harley. Forty boxes of books cannot equal that, I totally promise you.

Much of the insensibility and hardness of the world is due to the lack of imagination which prevents a realization of the experiences of other people.

There is no charm equal to the tenderness of heart.

I think women don't grow up with the harsh world of criticism that men grow up with, we are more sensitively treated, and when you first experience the world of film-making you have to develop a very tough skin.

tear-filled eyes. I could handle her tears of pain, and her tears of anger. But these… these tears are from something that breaks me a little.

Plants, stones, utensils, each thing has its individual feelings, similar to those of men," Bash? wrote.

I knew then that I would have to be careful. I would have to wear gloves, to leave no trace when I burgled the crammed house of feeling and took for my own use exuberance depression suspicion terror.

Tu es tres belle quand tu marches dans les vestibules, quand tu empiles des livres, et quand tu pleures.

I just want to feel as much as I can, it's what soul is all about.

Die offenkundig demokratische Gesinnung des Kindes kennt keine Hierarchie. Das Schicksal eines Tagelöhners in seinem Schweiß, eines hungrigen Altersgenossen, eines gequälten Pferdes und eines geschlachteten Huhnes machen es eine Zeitlang traurig. Hund und Vogel, Schmetterlinge und Blume stehen ihm nahe, in einem Steinchen oder in der Muschel sieht es seinen Bruder.

Occasionally black parents have books such as Huckleberry Finn, which uses the word "nigger," removed from libraries or reading lists.812 Any whites who wanted to take a violently antiwhite writer such as LeRoi Jones off the shelves would be accused at least of censorship, if not of racism.

Whites impose these rules on themselves because they know blacks, in particular, are so quick to take offense.

Když se jen dotkneš ruky mé a dla? tvá lehce padne do mé, struny, o kterých nevíme, ozvou se tiše, pov?domé.

Another way to talk about this thin-skinned quality is to say that trauma tends to make you more reactive. Reactivity here means having a bigger reaction than the situation calls for, whether it is more fear, more insecurity, more anger, more mistrust, or more of any other emotion. We all get reactive at times, yet those who are caught in trauma-related disorders become reactive a lot of the time.

Living with a high level of emotional reactivity is hell. It's no fun for you and no fun for people around you. You feel sensitive about everything and feel like life never lets you rest. Being reactive is essentially feeling chronically overwhelmed.

I had about 40 different nicknames, and I hated it, but I still thought I was better than the rest, because I was caring, sensitive and intelligent, and they weren't!

Those who do not feel pain seldom think that it is felt.

your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose ... (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

In private life she was not in the least what her calumniators would have wished her to be. She was very quiet, had a great natural dignity, and was extremely intelligent. She was also exceedingly sensitive.

Lily had no real intimacy with nature but she had a passion for the appropriate and could be keenly sensitive to a scene which was the fitting background of her own sensations.

How beautiful it was---and how she loved beauty! She had always felt that her sensibility in this direction made up for certain obtuseness of feeling of which she was less proud.