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Sensitivity Quotes


"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."


"I breathe in slowly. Food is life. I exhale, take another breath. Food is life. And that's the problem. When you're alive, people can hurt you. It's easier to crawl into a bone cage or a snowdrift of confusion. It's easier to lock everybody out. But it's a lie."


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


"You disappoint me -I am the worst liar in the world - I can't hide my pain or my need so I make a bouquet of my sorrows and give them to you ..."


"I had stripped naked in front of men. Drunk. In morning's somber brightness I tried to remember why I had done it. Total exposure had seemed like the only way to be seen more clearly, heard, but now it seemed the opposite: a wild act that would define me."


"I pressed my hand against her hair, holding her to me, filled with the certainty that she was going to hurt me again and that I didn't have the strength to push her away before she did."


"Weakness is an irresistible lure."


"They beg you for transparency. Yet when you give them a peek behind the curtain shrouding your hear, they run in sheer fright."


"I embrace my sensitivity and let it enhance my joy every day."


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


"The totally alive, totally conscious, and totally aware Universe takes care of itself completely. It is totally self - reliant and totally self - sufficient. it is perfect."


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



"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."


"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."



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



"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."


"And in the night you realize, when you wake out of a dream, overcome and captivated by the enchantment of visions that crowd in on each other, just how fragile a handhold, how tenuous a boundary separates us from darkness - we are little flames, inadequately sheltered by thin walls from the tempest of dissolution and insensibility in which we flicker and are often all but extinguished. Then the muted sounds of battle surrounds us, and we creep into ourselves and stare wide-eyed into the night."


"Money has to serve, not to rule."


"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."


"Some women feel the need to act like they're never scared, needy or hurt; like they're as hardened as a man. I think that's dishonest. It's ok to feel delicate sometimes. Real beauty is in the fragility of your petals. A rose that never wilts isn't a rose at all."


"We are little flames poorly sheltered by frail walls against the storm of dissolution and madness, in which we flicker and sometimes almost go out."


"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."


"I want you to be weak. As weak as I am."


"In a relationship with God, our most secret places once thickly cloaked and meticulously hidden away now stand before us utterly and entirely exposed. And it may be that this dreaded fear is the single thing that keeps us an arm's length from God, and forever a single step away from His blessings."


"Maybe we don't ever feel that sweetly untainted and wholly majestic kind of love that takes every longing captive because we are hopelessly entangled in the illogical fear that despite all of love's grand goodness, it might not be good enough to keep us safe."



"She had the power to remove a child from an unkind parent and she sometimes did. But remove herself from an unkind husband? When she was weak and desolate? Where was her protective judge?"


"Everything feels right with the world......and the sad thing is that I know it's a dream. I know it must soon end, and when it does I will be thrust awake into a place where either I'm broken, or the world is broken."



"We both wanted to know each other's secrets, and we both wanted the other person to go first."


"It's true all the time everywhere or it's not true! And that one truth is always Mystery."


"I'm sentimental--I know. I'm desperate and silly--I know that too. Oh, help me!"



"There can be few situations more fearful than breaking down in darkness on the highway leading to Casablanca. I have rarely felt quite so vulnerable or alone."


"I fear I have praised you too much too soon. Will I lose you in your shame of believing that you can never be what I think you are?"


"Much more likely you'll hurt me. Still what does it matter? If I've got to suffer, it may as well be at your hands, your pretty hands."


"I enabled your tendency to be vulnerable and weak, and your habits of crying when 6,000 others were present for the music."


"The tendency to trust easily anyone gives way to a certain vulnerability."


"To a sensitive being, pity is not seldom pain."


"Tenderhearted people are silent sufferers they just learn the art to fly with broken wings."


"It was so hard to feel safe in the world when you were a girl."


"I bruise easily and sometimes I can't stop bleeding."


"Many people think less of a man if he cries because it supposedly shows a sign of weakness, but I beg to differ. A man that's in touch with his feelings is absolutely beautiful! I admire, respect, and appreciate their braveness to be vulnerable. Crying is NOT a weakness. We cannot expect our men to be strong all of the time. That's SO unfair! They have feelings, too. Don't ever make a man feel less than just because he cries. Comfort, love, and support him. Show him that you genuinely care."


"I feel like I should love them right away. But how do you do that? You can't make yourself love someone, can you?"


"What was worse, he couldn't tell her how much he thought he maybe might kinda sorta love her."


"Risk is uncertainty injected into our most vulnerable places. And because that's the case, we may choose not to risk."


"He said he'd never opened up to anyone... But that confiding in me, was like learning to breathe all over again. I don't know about you, but how do you turn away from that?"


"I had forgotten how awful it was to be a woman alone--the leering glances, the catcalls, the offers of help which you dared not accept for fear of incurring a sexual debt. The awful sense of vulnerability. No wonder I had gone from man to man and always wound up married. How could I have left Bennett? How could I have forgotten?"


"At night we cry sometimes, and if you think that just applies to the females then you have never been in combat, because everyone cries sooner or later. Everyone cries."


"I wonder, though... what would it be like? To be that close to a boy and have him see all of you, no holding back. Would it be scary only for a second or two, or would it be scary the whole time? What if I didn't like it at all? Or what if I liked it too much? It's a lot to think about."



"I didn't want my picture taken because I was going to cry. 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 my throat and I'd cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full."


"I feel like a paper cut just waiting to bleed."
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