Quotes About Sensitivity

Jokes that are gratuitously offensive are synonymous with bad writing to me. I'm offended as a writer first and as a person second.

Her lids tremble and her eyeballs look like they might disappear into her head.

The point is that nobody likes having salt rubbed into their wounds, even if it is the salt of the earth.

I'm sorry if I seem overly sensitive." "I'm sorry if I misunderstood your intent." "I'm sorry that we need to have this conversation." "I apologize if I misunderstood what happened." "I regret that I have to bring this up." "Please forgive me for feeling this way.

You can tell me everything, her eyes say, because I will see beauty in everything you say.

It is a terrible thing To be so open: it is as if my heart Put on a face and walked into the world. —SYLVIA PLATH, "A POEM FOR THREE VOICES

You're too sensitive' victims of sexual abuse are told over and over by those whose reality depends on being insensitive. Most adults who have been in the victim role cringe when anyone tells them they are sensitive. In fact, sensitivity is a lovely trait and one to be cherished in any human being.

Our deepest, most painful wounds not only leave us with scars that we bear forever, but also, if we make our peace with them, leave us wiser, stronger, more sensitive than we otherwise would have been had we not been afflicted with them.

With everybody. Lots of them don't know it. Most of them up here wouldn't say that word, nigger, but they've got that word in them. Everybody. It's in them buried somewhere, but it's not dead. Some of them don't know they've got it and they wouldn't believe it, but it's there. That's what I knew I'd have to face when I sat there on the bed last night and tried to decide what to do.

You have the sense of sight, hearing, taste, smell, and touch, so that you can feel everything in life. They are "feeling" senses, because they enable you to feel what you see, feel what you hear, feel what you taste, feel what you smell and touch. Your entire body is covered with a fine layer of skin, which is a feeling organ, so you can feel everything. How you feel in any one moment is more important than anything else, because how you feel right now is creating your life.

You have the sense of sight, hearing, taste, smell, and touch, so that you can feel everything in life. They are "feeling" senses, because they enable you to feel what you see, feel what you hear, feel what you taste, feel what you smell and touch. Your entire body is covered with a fine layer of skin, which is a feeling organ, so you can feel everything. How you feel in any one moment is more important than anything else, because how you feel right now is creating your life.

Se escucha, desde el cedé del radio, So Beautiful or So What, pero apagamos porque cualquier sonido es una agresión para nosotros en este momento.

Beauty is only skin deep, and the world is full of thin skinned people.

but I always had an incredibly intense sense of smell.

when I have presented this subject in university classes, I have tried to be as sensitive to the feelings of my fundamentalist and orthodox students as possible. The goal was not to shake them up or produce faith crises.

The evidence of our sensitivity to 'social evaluative threat', coupled with Twenge's evidence of long?term rises in anxiety and narcissism, suggests that we may – by the standards of any previous society – have become highly self?conscious, obsessed with how we appear to others, worried that we might come across as unattractive, boring, stupid or whatever, and constantly trying to manage the impressions we make.

So, we experience life in terms of changes, we feel diminishing sensitivity to both gains and losses, and losses sting more than equivalently-sized gains feel good.

What is ordinary to you may be a desert of woeful newness to another.

Listen closer, listen smaller, listen lighter, to any noise at all, and hear what the world will still sound like, long after your concert ends.

Come sit on my lap. I want to hear all about your sexual harassment lunch. -Hank to his secretary, Rachel

The rich-soil part, the mystery beneath all those reasons, is that I love it. There is an awareness, an addictive alertness, a super-heightened sensitivity that approaches and then becomes a kind of spirituality.

Then she did something that really surprised me. She blinked back tears and put out her arms. I stepped forward and hugged her. Butterflies started turning my stomach into a mosh pit. Hey, it's... it's okay. I patted her back. I was aware of everything in the room. I felt like I could read the tiniest print on any book on the shelves. Annabeth's hair smelled like lemon soap. She was shivering.

Gwendolen was so touched that she wept, but quietly, for her mother would have been monstrously jealous of such emotion. She had claimed grief for her own long ago.

She seemed to have apprehended all of the composer's coldness and none of his poetry.