Quotes About Sensations

They were specific about symptoms of grief—the sensations of choking, shortness of breath, feelings of emptiness, endless crying. But nothing warned her that when she wasn't experiencing those symptoms of anguish, all that was left was a sense of meaninglessness. A great, vast gray space of nothingness

Now she realized she had never been kissed before. Not really. Not like this. Ah, never like this.

I felt before I thought, as all humans do.

We recognize that all knowledge is mediated through the body and that feeling is a profound source of information about our lives

I placed my hand against the side of his precious, electric face and felt the stubble beneath my fingers. I was overwhelmed with the lust and wonder of it all.

It was not the first time she'd been kissed, yet it was.

Words I write... go through my mind, like tasting fine wine on the lips.

Il n'est rien de réel que le rêve et l'amour. (Nothing is real but dreams and love.)

I just love having no clothes on outside, and the only time to do that is when the sun's shining. It's a wonderful sensation to not have any clothes on.

hadn't realized that music could unlock things in you, could transport you to somewhere even the composer hadn't predicted. It left an imprint in the air around you, as if you carried its remnants with you when you went.

She felt the sun on her skin, heard birdsong over people talking, revving cars, smelled petrol fumes and hot pastry, and the words echoed through her head, unbidden: this is what happiness feels like.

Por primera vez en la vida, intenté no pensar en el futuro. Intenté existir sin más, dejar que las sensaciones de la noche me invadieran.

I felt the music like a physical thing; it didn't just sit in my ears, it flowed through me, around me, made my senses vibrate. It made my skin prickle and my palms dampen.

Strange, sometimes, how you make a particular choice. When it's not a specific thought or line of argument that decides you, but more a set of jumbled sensations that changes your mind.

Strange how sometimes you make a particular choice. When it's not a specific thought or line of argument that decides you, but more a set of jumbled sensations that changes your mind

nunca haveria diferença entre um prazer e outro, como de fato existe.

Containment in the uroboros and its supremacy over the ego mean, on the bodily level, that ego and consciousness are at the outset continually at the mercy of the instincts, impulses, sensations, and reactions deriving from the world of the body.

And while he'd never had more than one in a six-week period, he thought he felt one coming on a hundred times a day: whenever he looked away from a light source to find his vision mottled, whenever part of his body fell asleep or felt slightly numb from an awkward posture, on the very rare occasions when he stuttered or grew briefly confused in his speech—terror arose within him. Each false alarm, because it caused anxiety, brought him closer to the real thing.

Vivir es relacionarse, gozar y padecer, desear, aborrecer y amar. La lectura es vida artificial y prestada, el usufructo, mediante una función cerebral, de las ideas y sensaciones ajenas, la adquisición de los tesoros de la verdad humana por compra o por estafa, no por el trabajo. No

Reading was artificial borrowed life, benefiting from ideas and sensations transmitted cerebrally, acquiring the treasures of human truth by purchase or swindle, not by work.

Her Love cuts through my heart so fats that its pain is also enjoyable, that's how sharp her love is for me (Tshegofatso Mosuwe)

Ordinarily pleasure and pain are regarded as different from sensations.

but it's one of the reflections of our times. Young minds today are dulled by television and other visual sensations. When reading was one of the few pleasures available, we could recite whole passages to eachother.

The unpainted walls of the long rectangular room were soaked with the smell of greasy chicken and warm, headless beer. The brown and pink faces floated above the trails of used cigarette smoke like bodiless carnival balloons.