Quotes About Sensations

But besides having this special feature which is difficult to isolate, we notice that anxiety is accompanied by fairly definite physical sensations which can be referred to particular organs of the body. [...] The clearest and most frequent ones are those connected with the respiratory organs and with the heart. They provide evidence that motor innervations—that is, processes of discharge—play a part in the general phenomenon of anxiety.

Scents, patterns of light and shade, winds and hurricanes — all pulsed inwardly through my own sinews and veins: so much so, indeed, that the throb of my blood stream, the swarming growth of my cells, the whole mystery of life housed within me seemed to be echoed by the shrilling cicadas, the gusts of wind that shook the trees, and the faint crunch of the moss as I trod it underfoot.

Step #1. Identify how a bad vibe feels in your body. Pay attention to how you physically sense bad vibes, such as when someone is lying or misleading you, or when something does not feel right

The more you engage with the outside world, the more you'll be able to turn down the volume on those worries. You'll see that they're unfounded. You'll see that the world is a very busy and varied place and most people have the attention span of a gnat. They've already forgotten what happened. They don't think about it. There will have been five more sensations since your incident.

I feel kind of exhilarated. And kind of emptied out. Which may seem like an overreaction, but then, in case you hadn't picked it up, I am the Queen of Overreaction.

Oh for a life of sensations rather than of thoughts.

I want to live and feel all the shades, tones, and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.

I could feel it--inside, and I decided that night, reading poetry beneath a caged light bulb, that real was when you could fee your whole body light up from within.

Sex comes from such a lost, primitive place, we can never understand it's meaning until we're in its throes, until we've released that second being within us, shut down, shadowed, who doesn't know how to think of speak but can only communicate in burning grandiose sensations, from the heart of a fireball.

Feelings are of four sorts: Sensations, Thoughts, Emotions, and Volitions. What are called Perceptions are merely a particular case of Belief, and Belief is a kind of thought. Actions are merely volitions followed by an effect.

Examples of truths known to us by immediate consciousness, are our own bodily sensations and mental feelings. I know directly, and of my own knowledge, that I was vexed yesterday, or that I am hungry to-day.

It may be asked, how come we to ascribe our sensations to any external cause? And is there sufficient ground for so ascribing them? It is known, that there are metaphysicians who have raised a controversy on the point; maintaining that we are not warranted in referring our sensations to a cause such as we understand by the word Body, or to any external cause whatever.

Bill's tongue had started at Cirocco's toes and was now exploring her left ear. She liked that. It had been a memorable journey.

But why attempt to describe charms which all feel, but none can appreciate?

His touch calmed me. I thought I was going to melt into the earth.

I can't rest with you so close to me. I feel more alive than ever.

Last night I asked Alessandro if he ever lies in bed and thinks about chocolate—say, about the way dark chocolate feels in your mouth, or how different it is when spiked with orange peel. He said no. Then he said that the only time he thinks about food in bed is when he wakes up in the middle of the night and wants steak. Somewhere in that clash lies a profound truth about the difference between the sexes.

Mi s-a facut inima ca ceara si se topeste înlauntrul meu." (Psalm XXII)

Din tot ce-i fugar - ÅŸi nimic nu-i altfel - culege prin senzaÅ£ii esenÅ£e ÅŸi intensit??i. Unde s? cauÅ£i realul? N-ai unde. Doar în gama emoÅ£iilor. Ce nu se ridic? la ele e ca ÅŸi cum n-ar fi. Un univers neutru e mai absent decât unul fictiv.

Numai în muzic? È™i în iubire exist? bucuria de a muri, str?fulgerarea de voluptate când simÈ›i c? mori, deoarece nu mai poÈ›i suporta vibraÈ›iile interne.

Existence = Torment. The equation seems obvious to me, but not to one of my friends. How to convince him? I cannot lend him my sensations; yet only they would have the power to persuade him, to give him that additional dose of ill-being he has so insistently asked for all this time.

Senza?ii de avorton—?i senza?ia unui dumnezeu—, altele n-am cunoscut. Punct ?i infinit, dimensiunile mele, modurile mele de existen??.

Oamenii care interiorizeaz? nu pot lua faptele brute, nude sau moarte, ci le vitalizeaz?, le integreaz?, topindu-le într-un torent l?untric. ToÅ£i oamenii v?d focuri, furtuni, pr?buÅŸiri, peisaje; dar câÅ£i simt în ei fl?c?ri, tr?snete, vârtejuri sau armonii?

The word love, when applied to the reproduction of the species, is the most hateful blasphemy which modern manners have taught us to utter. Nature, in raising us above the beasts by the divine gift of thought, had rendered us very sensitive to bodily sensations, emotional sentiment, cravings of appetite and passions. This double nature of ours makes of man both an animal and a lover.