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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."


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


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


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



"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."


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


"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."


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


"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!"


"Perhaps she was just looking for love in the wrong places. In all the safe places. What if love was not safe at all?"


"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."


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


"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."



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


"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!"


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



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


"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."


"Believing sarcasm and rude remarks kept the monsters at bay. They didn't."


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



"Only the unprotected self can feel joy."


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


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


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


"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."


"A chain grows weaker with each new link."


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


"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."


"Telling Sam and Daneca feels like peeling off my own skin to expose everything underneath. It hurts."


"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."


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


"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."


"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!"


"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 am vulnerability under scarred skin. Numbness crawling behind wine soaked lips. A cocoon of grief battling a chest full of hushed breaths, longing to escape the mod-podge of memories, that journal where I've been. Layer after layer they are sealed upon my person, encapsulating time in a vessel that has sailed one too many shores."


"But that's the thing about being the girl who's spent years convincing the world she's not afraid of anything: At some point, someone is going to find out you're afraid of everything."



"I was emotionally erect."


"It is the way of mortals. They fling themselves at life and emerge broken."


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


"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."


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



"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."


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


"She thought she was independent and strong, but she got one small taste of love and she was hungrier than anyone. She was ravenous."



"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."


"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."


"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."


"The hardest time in this world is for the sensitive and intelligent people."



"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."


"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."
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