Category Archives: SENSITIVE

All birds speak softly in the Autumn bush. One bellbird from the deep Like a call heard in sleep Chimes. DOROTHEA MACKELLAR

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“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

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“Now I’m such a useless bastard, I’ll have to shut the gate.

Murray Hartin

http://www.murrayhartin.com/poem/RAIN%20FROM%20NOWHERE

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Perhaps passing through the gates of death 
is like passing quietly through the gate 
in a pasture fence. On the other side, 
you keep walking, without the need to 
look back. No shock, no drama, just the 
lifting of a plank or two in a simple 
wooden gate in a clearing. 
Neither pain, nor floods of light, nor great voices, but just the silent crossing of a meadow. 

Mark Helprin

birds of a feather flock together

people who are similar often become friends or spend time together

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“You want to stay alive in a zombie swarm? You go alone or in a small group, where everyone is of similar physical condition and weapons training. You never stop, you never hesitate, and you never show any mercy for the people that would slow you down.

That is what the military says we should do, and if I ever meet anybody who listens to that particular set of commands, I may shoot them myself just to improve the gene pool. When you can help people stay alive, you help them. We’re all we’ve got.”

― Mira Grant, Feed

Once again, you show all the sensitivity of a blunt axe.”

― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

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I hated having to wake up in the middle of the night to walk to my bathroom – where suddenly there was a six-foot-seven-inch, headless figure with a sword and a horse!
Johnny Depp

Judge tenderly of me.

― Emily Dickinson

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“If someone told me that I could live my life again free of depression provided I was willing to give up the gifts depression has given me–the depth of awareness, the expanded consciousness, the increased sensitivity, the awareness of limitation, the tenderness of love, the meaning of friendship, the appreciation of life, the joy of a passionate heart–I would say, ‘This is a Faustian bargain! Give me my depressions. Let the darkness descend. But do not take away the gifts that depression, with the help of some unseen hand, has dredged up from the deep ocean of my soul and strewn along the shores of my life. I can endure darkness if I must; but I cannot lie without these gifts. I cannot live without my soul.

― David Elkins, Beyond Religion: A Personal Program for Building a Spiritual Life Outside the Walls of Traditional Religion