Quotes About Sensitivity

Así, cuando te enfrentes a un hombre enfadado, muéstrate serio y preocupado; no le grites «¡Venga, amargado!» Cuando una niña parece triste, la empatía implica parecer triste también; no significa decirle alegremente: «¡Anímate!»

If men were from Mars and women from Venus, I was from an unknown star in neither orbit. My sensitivity, as finely honed a skill as I possessed, still lacked a working edge with my Andrea.

Az ízlés birodalmának is megvannak a maga vakjai és süketei.

How many faces, how many bodies can you recognize, with your eyes closed, only by touching them? Have you ever closed your eyes and acted unconsciously? Or loved someone so blindly, you could almost feel their energy in a dark room and be moved by the powerful touch of their ideas?

A hungry stomach cannot hear.

The most alive of worlds, human beings with the tenderest flesh, are made of marble.

He was experiencing minutes as light as minuets, minutes composed of anxiety and tenderness.

C'est pour l'amusette et pour le calmant du cÅ"ur et ça suffit quand je me joue pour moi, parce que je sais déjà, et que ça tombe sur un morceau de mon cÅ"ur qui est sensible comme un Å"il malade. L'autre, c'est pour le sérieux et pour la guérison de l'homme.

But I caught those tears before they fell, and their sting seemed only to intensify the keenness of the moment.

Mozart nunca escribió para conmover a las masas, sino para tocar el corazón de cada ser humano en su intimidad

He hoped she would not provide his family with any of her poems, which tended to use words like nipple.

Everything about him changed when he talked about her—his voice, his face, his manner. His love for her was so earnest that he handled even the subject of her with tremendous care. Her name was like a fine glass bauble he was afraid of dropping.

The depth of our compassion is proportional to the depth of our living. (65)

Most cynics are really crushed romantics: they've been hurt, they're sensitive, and their cynicism is a shell that's protecting this tiny, dear part in them that's still alive.

Sensitivity isn't being wimpy. It's about being so painfully aware that a flea landing on a dog is like a sonic boom.

As a kid who had geared much of his life around the concerns of others, he was neither accustomed to nor comfortable fielding inquiries about himself.

I did not like this feeling of having feelings.

Do you want me to apologize after every joke? If it doesn't offend somebody it's probably not a joke. It's probably an observation that's not funny. It's gotta offend somebody somewhere.

To love, we need to be sensitive to those around us, which is impossible if we are racing through life engrossed in all the things we need to do before sunset. In fact, I would go to the extent of saying that a person who is always late will find it difficult to love; he will be in too much of a hurry.

We are a package deal, however. Our trait of sensitivity means we will also be cautious, inward, needing extra time alone. Because people without the trait (the majority) do not understand that, they see us as timid, shy, weak, or that greatest sin of all, unsociable. Fearing these labels, we try to be like others. But that leads to our becoming overaroused and distressed. Then that gets us labeled neurotic or crazy, first by others and then by ourselves.

I am deeply moved by things. I'd hate to miss the intense joy of that.

HSPs make such good targets because we react so strongly.

Even a moderate and familiar stimulation, like a day at work, can cause an HSP to need quiet by evening.

Finally, being sensitive to the discomfort, disapproval, or anger of others probably made you quick to follow every rule as perfectly as possible, afraid to make a mistake.