Quotes About Sensations

He kissed her on her ear, a kiss with the barest hint of moisture to it. She could not breath for the electricity of it, a violent spark of pleasure that shook and scarred. His fingers caressed her shoulders. His lips pressed into her exposed nape. Dark, hot sensations spiked into her.

You simply notice which part of your void-triggered bum-out is emotional body sensation, which part is mental images, and which part is mental talk. Keep those clearly delineated.

Those pleasures so lightly called physical.

Hold on tight," he says, pulling my hands around his waist. The simple feel of his strong hands resting on top of mine is intensely intimate. I wonder if he's feeling these emotions, too, but dismiss the thought. Alex Fuentes is a hard guy. Experienced. The mere touch of hands isn't going to make his stomach flutter. He deliberately brushes the tips of his fingers over mine before reaching for the handlebars. Oh. My. God. What am I getting myself into?

I usually get myself into situations that cause sparks. I mean I'm a girl that likes the storms. I love feeling alive, I love walking out in the cold in my bare feet and feeling the ice on my toes.

Yet love enters my blood like an I.V., dripping in its little white moments.

Body parts telegraphed complaints from faraway places.

Wil ate without enthusiasm. His bacon tasted like nothing. Like a dead animal, fried. His eggs, aborted chickens.

Not being shaved gives me the feeling I'm some sort of plant and I keep involuntarily feeling my chin.

Wenn die Haut empfindet, wie der Sand trocknet auf der Haut, wie die Sonne, wie der Wind, wie das ist für die Haut und das Hirn ... Er vergißt nicht seine Rolle, nicht die nächsten Verpflichtungen, die sich ergeben aus dieser Rolle; Termine, er vergißt nicht einmal die Weltlage. Es ist allerlei, was er nicht vergißt in dieser dünnen Gegenwart.

When rain comes finally, washing away a low sky of muddy ocher, we who could not control the phenomenon are pressed into relief. The near-occult feeling: The face of being witness to the end of the world gives way to tangible things. Even if the succeeding sensations are not common, they are at least not mysterious.

Her eyes widened and a strangled sound escaped her throat as she sought to process the sudden wash of conflicting sensations that bombarded her from every angle. He was deep. Impossibly deep. She surrounded him. He surrounded her. Their hips were flush against each other. His body covered hers possessively. There was a burning ache deep inside her, and she couldn't discern whether it was pleasure or pain.

When their lips met, and their tongues touched, it was like they were kissing in a hundred different places, and her senses were flooded with new sensations and old memoires. He kissed her, and their souls melted into each other in a melody older than time.

en hun gedachten nemen nu de zachte en onbestemde kleuren van de schemering aan.

The way those bees flew, not even looking for a flower, just flying for the feel of the wind, split my heart down its seam.

There are not more than five cardinal tastes, yet combinations of them yield more flavours than can ever be tasted.

There are not more than five cardinal tastes (sour, acrid, salt, sweet, bitter), yet combinations of them yield more flavors than can ever be tasted.

If you try to nibble away the monotony of a dull half hour, it's important to try stimulating your brain in a different way. When you do something new, you actually change your brain chemistry. Sensations and experiences you've never encountered before create new neural pathways.

An event in the present evokes past sensations. But science couldn't explain how a foolish heart had the power to overrule common sense.

Esos recuerdos no se presentan en forma de imágenes sino más bien como estremecimientos, como nudos sembrados en el cuerpo, como palpitaciones, como rumores inaudibles, como temblores

Oía de vez en cuando el sonido de las palabras, y notaba la diferencia. Porque las palabras que había oído hasta entonces, hasta entonces lo supe, no tenían ningún sonido, no sonaban; se sentían; pero sin sonido, como las que se oyen durante los sueños.

I keep telling you that feeling is not selective. You can't feel pain, you aren't gonna feel anything else either.

This practice can be done both on and off the yoga mat. It is difficult but rewarding beyond belief. The next time you feel yourself caught in the grip of attachment, such as wanting something to turn out a certain way, take time out—right then and there—to notice what is happening in your body. How does your belly feel? Has your breathing changed? Is your jaw tight? Your forehead drawn? Notice your bodily sensations. They are the manifestations of your attachment.

We can sense subtle energy, which is called shakti or prana in Eastern healing traditions, and we absorb this energy into our own bodies. Highly sensitive people don't typically do that. This capacity allows us to experience the energies around us in extremely deep ways. Since everything is made of subtle energy, including emotions and physical sensations, we energetically internalize the feelings, pain, and various physical sensations of others.