Quotes About Sensations

My heart was pounding a million trillion times a minute. I never felt more alive. Anger, sadness, joy. He made me feel it all. No one else had that kind of effect on me. No one.

I kiss him one more time and I feel like I'm flying.

It is a most extraordinary thing, but I never read a patent medicine advertisement without being impelled to the conclusion that I am suffering from the partciular disease therein dealt with in its most virulent form. The diagnosis seems in every case to correspond exactly with all the sensations that I have ever felt.

Her skin felt smooth and firm. Her hair smelled faintly of motor oil. Her mouth tasted like coffee. She was absolutely real, and it was the sexiest combination on the planet.

When a man sits with a pretty girl for an hour, it seems like a minute. But let him sit on a hot stove for a minute—and it's longer than any hour. That's relativity.

La postura que desarrollaré en este trabajo define la intersubjetividad como una relación de reconocimiento mutuo; una relación en la que cada persona experimenta al otro como "sujeto afín", como otra mente "con la que se puede sentir", y que, al mismo tiempo, posee un centro de sensaciones y percepciones distinto y separado.

I felt the first soft glow of intoxication that makes the blood warmer and spreads an illusion of adventure over uncertainty.

No one ever remembered a nice day. But no one ever forget the feel of paralyzed fish, the thud of walnut-sized hail against a horse's flank, or the way a superheated wind could turn your eyes to burlap.

Just what she needed. She was single and pregnant and her nipples had suddenly become supersensitive $luts looking for action.

Hunger is healthy and the pictures do look better when you are hungry

He heard her coming up the stairs and noticed the difference in her tread when she was carrying two glasses and when she had walked down bare-handed. He heard the rain on the windowpane and he smelled the beech logs burning in the fireplace. As she came into the room he put his hand out for the drink and closed his hand on it and felt her touch the glass with her own.

The body often contains emotional truths that words can too easily gloss over.

Erotic excitement requires that we be able to step out of the intimate bond for a moment, turn toward ourselves, and focus on our own mounting sensations. We need to be able to be momentarily selfish in order to be erotically connected.

Because how am I to know, dammit? When I cut my finger, I bleed. I bleed every month, too. I get belly-ache when I overeat, and a hangover when I get drunk. When I'm happy I sing and I swear when I'm sad. When I hate someone I kill them and when—But enough of this! Your answer, witcher.

I guess that's the point of drinking, to take all the feelings and thoughts and morals away until you are just a body doing what a body will do.

It was my great good fortune, while I was still a student at college, to have possessed a copy of an English translation of his great work 'The Sensations of Tone.' As is well known, this was one of Helmholtz's masterpieces.

All our own present experiences are primordial. What could be more primordial than experience itself?

Bodies do not produce sensations, but complexes of elements (complexes of sensations) make up bodies.

It's hard to explain your emotions when you see a work of art.

For me, I feel empowered when I use my body to exercise, play sports, and explore the world. My body allows me to sing, dance, talk, feel - and eat a damn good piece of cheesecake.

Francesca was feeling good feelings, old feelings, poetry and music feelings.

Las palabras provocan sensaciones físicas, no solamente transmiten significados

But it was on the occasions that he did the unexpected that he felt the most alive. Time seemed to stop; hours slowed to minutes, separated into seconds, halted into pictures. Still life images of emotion.

Siento que la vida exige emociones, no reflexiones.