Quotes About Sensitivity

Although there exist many thousand subjects for elegant conversation, there are persons who cannot meet a cripple without talking about feet.

Most people were heartless about turtles because a turtle's heart will beat for hours after it has been cut up and butchered. But the old man thought, I have such a heart too.

But did thee feel the earth move?

But I could tell thee of other things, Inglés , and do not doubt what thou simply cannot see nor cannot hear. Thou canst not hear what a dog hears. Nor canst thou smell what a dog smells. But already thou hast experienced a little of what can happen to man.

And feel now. Thou hast no heart but mine.

I knew that now, reading it in the oversensitized state of my mind after much too much brandy, I would remember it somewhere, and afterward it would seem as though it had really happened to me. I would always have it.

we can tolerate seeing

Making reality real is art's responsibility. It is a practical assignment, then, a self-assignment: to achieve, by a cultivated sensitivity for observing life, a capacity for receiving impressions, a lonely, unremitting, unaided, unaidable vision, and transferring this vision without distortion to it onto the pages of a novel, where, if the reader is so persuaded, it will turn into the reader's illusion.

The first act of insight is throw away the labels. In fiction, while we do not necessarily write about ourselves, we write out of ourselves, using ourselves; what we learn from, what we are sensitive to, what we feel strongly about--these become our characters and go to make our plots. Characters in fiction are conceived from within, and they have, accordingly, their own interior life; they are individuals every time.

I come away depleted of everything because they just suck me dry, because I tune in to all their moods and, boy, are there some undercurrents there!

Surely, I thought, there is something magical about someone who was on the same wavelength as you were, feeling the way you felt when you felt it. Anticipating correctly was the best love song any girl could want. It meant you cared enough to think hard about someone else beside yourself. And I'm sorry, but you could count on your fingers how many like that you knew your whole life.

remember to call them by neutral pronouns like "they" unless they asked me to use a gender. That was the polite thing to do.

I grinned in spite of the awfulness of being touched without warning.

As a supervisor, you have to be very sensitive toward the various money needs of your subordinates and show empathy toward them. You must be especially careful not to project your own circumstances onto others.

Hiro said after a moment. "It hurts." "No, it's fine. It will heal quickly." "Not your hand. The music." Angelica hesitated. Had she understood him? She said, "It does hurt. And it doesn't. Maybe like all beautiful things.

As usual, cats and children noticed him first.

Sensitivity and money are like parallel lines. They don't meet.

Then she broke down and cried onto the flowery wrapping paper. Melanie put her arms around the poor, thin body. What is Aunt Margaret made of? Birdbones and tissue paper. spun glass and straw.

The piety, the gentleness, the honesty, the sensitivity, all the qualities she has learned to admire in herself, are invitations to violence; all her life, she has been groomed for the slaughterhouse. And though she is virtuous, she does not know how to do good.

you see everything as though your eyes are going to lapse into tears.

Do you not feel... that invisible presences have more reality than visible ones? They exert more influence upon us. They make us cry more easily.

In any event I kept this to myself, for I learned very quickly that I must never criticize. For happy and successful people, Nick and Alix were extraordinarily sensitive to criticism, and I learned not to look askance at her when she claimed to have come down in the world or complained of Maria or even of Nick, whose work occupied a good deal of his attention, attention which she thought should have been devoted entirely to herself.

He knew how little praise it took for an insecure person to feel grateful.

There was a sort of magic in his asking the right questions the first time, picking up the clues in a situation, knowing when it was time to move on.