Quotes About Sensations

Happiness and misery play a role in evolution only to the extent that they encourage or discourage survival and reproduction. Perhaps it's not surprising, then, that evolution has molded us to be neither too miserable nor too happy. It enables us to enjoy a momentary rush of pleasant sensations, but these never last for ever. Sooner or later they subside and give place to unpleasant sensations.

mundane feelings of heat and itching are every bit as mysterious as feelings of rapture or cosmic oneness.

Some believe that if we could only crack the genetic code and map every neuron in the brain, we will know all of humanity's secrets. After all, if humans have no soul, and if thoughts, emotions and sensations are just biochemical algorithms, why can't biology account for all the vagaries of human societies?

science says that nobody is ever made happy by getting a promotion, winning the lottery or even finding true love. People are made happy by one thing and one thing only - pleasant sensations in their bodies

A voice was whispering to her. "Breathe, breathe, breathe," it kept urging. A warm body was over hers, pressed against her. Someone bigger than she was, stronger, a powerful life force. A mouth on hers, warm lips, lips she didn't want to leave hers.

It's as if a thousand different sensations have been merged, but just barely, and only by a superhuman act of creativity.

Humans are not biological robots. We live for meaning, for the personal value of every experience. The body metabolizes our experiences and sends the message to every cell, while the mind, in its own domain, processes experience in terms of sensations, images, thoughts, and feelings. Nothing fuses the whole-system effects of love and non-love like the human heart, which needs to be understood as more than a physical organ.

When there is enough consciousness, God appears. You will know this as surely as you know that you have thoughts, feelings, and sensations. This is God will cross your mind as easily as This is a rose. The presence of God will be as palpable as a heartbeat.

cuando hueles su delicioso aroma y acaricias sus pétalos aterciopelados, en tu cerebro ocurren todo tipo de correlaciones.

Why, what is to live? Not to eat and drink and breathe,—but to feel the life in you down all the fibres of being, passionately and joyfully.

You made me feel gold,flowing too.I love you.Ultraviolet Remarkey-able.

Things...oh! you can't imagine what they were like! Things that get you here, somehow, at the back of your head, like a woman breathing down your neck...Not like a kiss...No, more insubstantial that that,,,a breath, a soft, faint breath. Oh! it's like...like feeling your soul going out of your body! (71)

Tú no perderás tu sangre fría, porque por tus venas no corre más que agua helada, pero mi sangre está hirviendo y tu frialdad me excita hasta lo inconcebible.

she feels that surge of warmth, and this time she remembers what it means: not love but piss. Or the love that's mixed with piss and can't be separated from it.

We kissed again . . . . My clit began to twerk.

the walls of her vagina tightening around me as she laughed.

I held his energy in my hand. When it was firm, when it was rising, I let it go, eased it down to his inner thigh, watched it spring back up

Mike took a deep breath and locked all his muscles in place, so he didn't follow her. His fingers tingled where he had touched her skin, it was so soft, he'd never felt anything as soft.

Hearing her laugh nearly made him cum in his pants like a teenager, not a one hundred and twenty-five year old werewolf.

In case you didn't know, dead people don't bleed. If you can bleed-see it, feel it-then you know you're alive. It's irrefutable, undeniable proof. Sometimes I just need a little reminder.

Was sheathed tightly, stroked by Derek's clenching muscles, swelling in its prince's chamber, even as Rico started to rock back and forth.

Electric flesh-arrows... traversing the body. A rainbow of color strikes the eyelids. A foam of music falls over the ears. It is the gong of the orgasm.

pleasure is just as often a function of our emotional associations as it is of our physical sensations — and for this reason, there can be psychology as well as physiology at play when it comes to pairing beverages with food.

I want to feel passion, I want to feel pain. I want to weep at the sound of your name. Come make me laugh, come make me cry... just make me feel alive.