Quotes About Sensations

[Peake's books] are actual additions to life; they give, like certain rare dreams, sensations we never had before, and enlarge our conception of the range of possible experience.

His thumb rubbed the center of my palm. All my nerves concentrated there, alive to every movement of his skin on mine.

A slow nature such as Maurice's appears insensitive, for it needs time even to feel. Its instinct is to assume that nothing either for good or evil has happened, and to resist the invader. Once gripped, it feels acutely, and its sensations in love are particularly profound. Given time, it can know and impart ecstasy; given time, it can sink to the heart of Hell.

It is pleasant to analyse feelings while they are still only feelings, and unembodied in the social fabric

El deseo es el recuerdo del placer, el miedo es el recuerdo del dolor" Cuentos para adultos infantiles

The same refinement which brings us new pleasures, exposes us to new pains.

Those visionary strains, ever struggling to translate into wild and broken sounds the language of unearthly beings, breathed around her from her birth. Thus you might have said that her whole mind was full of music; associations, memories, sensations of pleasure or pain,—all were mixed up inexplicably with those sounds that now delighted and now terrified; that greeted her when her eyes opened to the sun, and woke her trembling on her lonely couch in the darkness of the night.

Lá fazê-lo soube-te bem não soube? e não me soube bem fazê-lo, sabe-me bem o pó, sabia-me bem que a minha mamã, nem isso, sabia-me bem ser uma invenção de quem escreve não uma pessoa meu Deus, não me tornem pessoa, dêem-me sensações de papel, sofrimentos de papel, remorsos de papel que a gente rasga e desfaz

Feelings provide us with a moment-to-moment perspective on the state of our health.

your body is not a temple, it's an amusement park. Enjoy the ride.

The eggs taste like clouds. Like spun gold. […] Marie-Laure can hear a can opening, juice slopping into a bowl. Seconds later, she's eating wedges of wet sunlight.

Tatal ei radiaza o mie de culori, opal, rosu-capsuna, ruginiu-inchis, verde crud; un miros de ulei si metal, senzatia de cheie potrivita in yala, zornaitul cheilor lui pe inel in timp ce merge.

even in the midst of grief the mind grapples with a hundred impressions: a pain below the heart, an odor on the breeze.

not shifting so the desk frame doesn't go screek screek, not breathing so he doesn't smell any smells, but sweat is trickling down his ribs, and Wesley Ohman keeps opening and closing the Velcro on his left shoe, and Tony Molinari's lips are going poppoppop, and Mrs. Onegin is writing a huge, terrible A-M-E-R-I-C- on the whiteboard, the marker tip rasping and squeaking, the classroom clock ticktickticking, and all these sounds race into his head like hornets into a nest.

Can deaf people hear their heartbeat?

The attitude of physiological psychology to sensations and feelings, considered as psychical elements, is, naturally, the attitude of psychology at large.

During the fight, if you feel something, you know it's pretty bad, because normally you don't feel anything. You get punched and elbowed in the face, you don't feel it until after the fight.

If frightening sensations are not given the time and attention they need to move through the body and resolve or dissolve, the individual will continue to be gripped by fear.

we saw that Life did not narrate but made impressions on our brains. We in turn, if we wished to produce on you an effect of life, must not narrate but render... impressions.

It was mostly sweet, he whispered, and you were the sweetest of all.

The body, learning a thing is good for it, interprets the flavor as pleasurable—slightly euphoric. And, like life, never to be truly synthesized.

Within his head were wars, uncounted lives parceling out their ancient memories: violent accidents, love's languor, the colors of many places and many faces... the buried sorrows and leaping joys of multitudes. He heard elegies to springs on planets which no longer existed, green dances and firelight, wails and halloos, a harvest of conversations without number. Their assault was hardest to bear at nightfall in the open.

He felt anew the hyperillumination with its high-relief imagery of time, sensed his future becoming memories

I had no thoughts in my head. There were thoughts only in my heart and my belly and my loins.