Quotes About Sensitivity

Nobody has the right to not be offended.

To be thin-skinned, far-sighted, and loose-tongued," he said, "is to feel too sharply, see too clearly, speak too freely. It is to be vulnerable to the world when the world believes itself invulnerable

Nobody has the right to not be offended. That right doesn't exist in any declaration I have ever read. If you are offended it is your problem, and frankly lots of things offend lots of people.

Criticizing a person's ideas about God and the afterlife is thought to be impolitic in a way that criticizing his ideas about physics or history is not.

I'm a very feminine man. I like feminine things. I don't go to strip clubs. I don't drink beer. I don't play sports.

How do you introduce boyfriend C to boyfriend A after boyfriend A has been such a good sport, of late, about boyfriend B, who is no longer in the picture?

Reporters often forget that athletes are human beings.

Sensitivity is a sign of strength. It's not about toughening up, it's about smartening up.

Delicacy in woman is strength.

To live in love is life's greatest challenge. It requires more sublety, flexibility, sensitivity, understanding, acceptance, tolerance, knowledge and strength than any other human endeavor.

Only eyes washed by tears can see clearly.

It takes strength to be gentle and kind.

I think maybe I was numb to it last year.. but you know I feel it now more than ever

Here's a man ready to chop another man's self-esteem to pieces with an axe, yet he cries out in pain when his own is pricked with a needle.

When you want to obtain something touching a man's self-respect, you must spare his pride even the appearance of suffering.

Nici unul nici altul îns? nu putea rosti o vorb?; p?rul unuia atingea fruntea celuilalt, r?suflarea amândurora se f?cuse una, mâinile le ardeau strâns înl?nÈ›uite.

Sauver un homme, épargner un tourment à un père, ménager la sensibilité d'une femme, ce n'est point faire une bonne oeuvre, c'est faire acte d'humanité.

R?nile morale au particularitatea c? se ascund, dar nu se închid; totdeauna dureroase, totdeauna gata s? sângereze când le atingi, ele r?mân vii È™i deschise în inim?.

Everyone should know exactly what everyone else is thinking and then people wouldn't hurt each other so much.

Seeing has little to do with opening your eyes; it's what you feel inside that counts, it's what you know without anyone telling you.

One of the cruelest children had glued a nametag to the mouse's back. Sali had been scrawled in crude letters, but Sally took not the slightest pleasure in the misspelling of her name. She had cried over the little curled-up body, with its tiny whiskers and perfect paws, but when her teacher had asked what was wrong, she'd only shrugged, as though she had lost the power of speech.

Into this cake Lila had baked three gifts: a cool hand to test for fevers, a kiss with the power to chase away nightmares, a heart that can tell when it's time to let go.

She could recognize the change in the air when anybody in her family, anywhere in the house, began to read. The air was roomier, because the reader was elsewhere.

The wind," Mary said again. "It was making everyone tear up.