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Sensitivity Quotes


"I'm afraid i'll lose you if i share all that's real.i'm afraid i'll lose myself if i don't."


"The sensitive artist knows that a bitter wind is blowing."


"When you truly start to care about someone you become vulnerable to all sorts of things."


"But I think that sensitivity is also a good counsellor when it comes to enforcing one's interests."


"I'm not flailing now, as my muscles are rigid with the tension of holding myself together. The pain over my heart returns, and from it I imagine tiny fissures spreading out into my body. Through my torso, down my arms and legs, over my face, leaving it crisscrossed with cracks. One good jolt and I could shatter into strange, razor-sharp shards."


"Dare to be vulnerable, walk outside without your armor on and say YES to your heart."


"So she stood naked in front of the young man and at this moment stopped playing the game."


"Wish I could be a fragile piece of glass to accept my brokenness."


"So what do you have to confess now?"I don't know why I'm saying any of this, except that is the truth. "I'm confessing that I don't know if I'm ready for this.""What is 'this'?""Being open. Being hurt. Liking. Not being liked. Seeing the flicker on. Seeing the flicker off. Leaping. Falling. Crashing."


"When I got home, my roof was gone. Overnight the weight of the snow became too much to carry. What tipped the scale? Think about it: there must have been a final snowflake that did it, a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of a milligram that made all the difference."


"To live is to have worries and uncertainties. Keep them inside, and they will destroy you for certain--leaving behind a person so callused that emotion can find no root in his heart."


"I think in a moment of weakness, you might surprise yourself."



"Exaggerated sensitiveness is an expression of the feeling of inferiority."


"A little smoke lost in the air, that was the life of a man."


"Emotionally intelligent people trust their instincts and can identify how certain thoughts, feelings, people, and situations make them feel."


"For we, when we feel, evaporate: oh, webreathe ourselves out and away: from ember to ember,yielding us fainter fragrance."


"If you hold back on the emotions--if you don't allow yourself to go all the way through them--you can never get to being detached, you're too busy being afraid. You're afraid of the pain, you're afraid of the grief. You're afraid of the vulnerability that loving entails. But by throwing yourself into these emotions, by allowing yourself to dive in, all the way, over your heard even, you experience them fully and completely."


"When he is cheerful--when the sun shines into his mind--then I venture to peep in, just as far as the light reaches, but no further. It is holy ground where the shadow falls!"


"You pierce me with a look, a word, a gesture. And yet those same weapons could shield me from hurt if you so choose."


"In acceptance, I am grounded. In vulnerability, I am strong. In love, I am whole."


"And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter- they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long."



"I mean, it's impossible to fake anything if you've already seen the other person in a way they'd never choose for you to. You can't go back from that."


"There are many ways in which life's little candle can be snuffed out. A cold wind pursues us all."


"Vulnerability creates unimaginable space to build each other up, as much as it creates ample room to tear each other down."


"It's very true; there are many more iron pots certainly than porcelain. But you may depend on it that every one bears some mark; even the hardest iron pots have a little bruise, a little hole somewhere. I flatter myself that I'm rather stout, but if I must tell you the truth I've beenshockingly chipped and cracked. I do very well for service yet, because I've been cleverly mended; and I try to remain in the cupboard-the quiet, dusky cupboard where there's an odour of stale spices-as much as I can. Butwhen I've to come out and into a strong light-then, my dear, I'm a horror!"


"I am sensitive soul; I feel with the moon, I use to be judged for my indifference, now I see their all just hiding behind false truths."


"What is it?Nothing. I had a bad dream.What did you dream about?Nothing.Are you okay?No.He put his arms around him and held him. It's okay, he said.I was crying. But you didnt wake up.I'm sorry. I was just so tired.I meant in the dream."


"I'm barely human. I'm more like a creature; to me, everything gives off a scent! Thoughts, moments, feelings, movements, words left unsaid, words barely spoken; they all have a distinct sense, distinct fragrances! Both a smell and a touch! To inhale is to capture, to experience! I can perceive and I can "touch in so many odd ways! And so I am made up of all these scents, all these feelings! An illumination of nerve endings!"


"What she really meant was: here is my heart, have a care."


"Being sensitive is a gift that fosters peace. Help create a kinder, gentler world by embracing it."


"She was fragile, gentle, wide awake in a sleeping world."


"A chain grows weaker with each new link."



"But once in a while . . . I don't know. I feel so close, Rose. So close to the edge. Like if I allow myself one small misstep, I'll plunge away and never come back. It's like I'll lose myself."


"I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I'd cry for a week."


"Everyone has scars. Cowards conceal them. The brave reveal them."


"I need more than anything right now what is, of course, most impossible, someone to love me, to be with me at night when I wake up in shuddering horror and fear of the cement tunnels leading down to the shock room, to comfort me with an assurance that no psychiatrist can quite manage to convey."


"Love- the infatuation kind- 'he's so handsome, she's so beautiful'- that can shrivel. As soon as something goes wrong, that kind of love can fly out the window."


"It's a difficult thing having a heart made of glass, people don't seem to realize how easily it shatters. How often I've swept up the pieces and carefully glued them back together."


"As humans, we are all insecure to a certain degree, and we don't want to risk looking stupid, being rejected, or feeling awkward."


"Don't touch me, I'll die if you touch me."


"I'll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I'm afraid it could be taken away."


"As a young girl, I allowed my self-esteem to be determined by others' opinions, and I devoted incredible energy tuning into how everyone else felt."


"You can't put your heart into everything; you've just got to show up. And if your heart is worn all over you, then so be it, but you can't pull it out of you and put it in places, or put it in people's hands. Because you are like this wild and quiet and laughing thing and people are like things that stand there and don't understand what's going on; so when you put your heart into things like that, you're going to feel either stupid, or very hurt, or both. And it's not people's faults that they are just standing there. I mean, you're the different one; they're not different; they're all the same."


"There were things she wanted to say, but they were all jumbled up in her head and if she tried they'd come out backwards and mixed up and wrong. There were things she needed to say, but she was hanging on by a fraying thread and feared if she tried the thread would break, sending her plummeting alone into the abysm.There were things she would have to say, but they should wait for later. After."


"I do feel that I've managed to make something I could maybe call my world, over time, ittle by little. And when I'm inside it, to some extent, I feel kind of relieved. But the very fact I felt I had to make such a world probably means that I'm a weak person, that I bruise easily, don't you think? And in the eyes of society at large, that world of mine is a puny little thing. It's like a cardboard house: a puff of wind might carry it off somewhere."


"Sensitive," I tried.Sam translated: "Squishy.""Creative.""Dangerously emo.""Thoughtful.""Feng shui." out of 'thoughtful'?""You know, because in feng shui, you arrange furniture and plants and stuff in thoughtful ways." Sam shrugged. "To make you calm. Zenlike. Or something. I'm not one hundred percent sure how it all works, besides the thoughtful part."


"I feel bare. I didn't realize I wore my secrets as armor until they were gone and now everyone sees me as I really am."


"She wanted to lose herself in him. To tie his arms around her like a tourniquet.If she showed him how much she needed him, he'd run away."


"Jack could feel the fissures beginning even now, the hard shell he'd promised to keep in place so that no one, ever, would get close enough to hurt him again."


"I have something for you."Yeah? What? Is it shiny?They both waited until Indigo had jogged away before resuming their conversation. "So, Riley asked, "what have you got for me? Taking his hand, she placed it palm-down over her heart. It would hurt like a bitch, she thought, but he was hers to protect as much as she was his. "Me. And she opened up her soul, laid herself bare."
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