Quotes About Sensations

How is it that standing outside for a minute in 90 degree heat is torture, yet standing in a blistering hot shower for 20 minutes is paradise?

We simply don't have the words to convey the force of these perceptions to our straight selves, perhaps because they are the kinds of perceptions that precede words.

When your hair is rising, that's when you know it's a good song - that's happened to me with some artists and some songs, John Lennon songs or when Nina Simone sings. It's great to make those moments yourself.

This time the fluttery feeling in my stomach was more intense. It made the inside of my thighs tingle and my breathing deepen.

An interesting thing about touch is that the brain doesn't just tell you how something feels, but how it ought to feel. That's why the caress of a lover feels wonderful, but the same touch by a stranger would feel creepy or horrible. It's also why it is so hard to tickle yourself.

It is an intoxicating experience to taste Coca-Cola as if for the first time and to be conveyed to the very brink of orgasm by white bread. Makes all the discomfort worthwhile, if you ask me.

If you have a morbid fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of your mouth, there is a word for it: arachibutyrophobia… And there's a word for describing a sudden breaking off of thought: aposiopesis… When you are just dropping off to sleep and you experience that sudden sensation of falling, there is a word for it: it's a myoclonic jerk.

Feelings are much stronger than thoughts. We are all led by instinct, and our intellect catches up later

Panting softly, I licked my dry lips. He groaned, tilted his head, and sealed his mouth over mine. I was shocked by how soft his firm lips were and the gentleness of the pressure he exerted. I sighed and his tongue dipped inside, tasting me in long, leisurely licks. His kiss was confident, skilled, and just the right side of aggressive to turn me on wildly.

Dorul ingrozito pe care l-am simtit la vederea lui m-a coplesti de-a dreptul.

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

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.

Little poppies, little hell flames, Do you do no harm? You flicker. I cannot touch you. I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns.

I record here the actions of optical nerves, of taste buds, of sensory perception.

But poets more classical than they have the same essential quality of transmuting ideas into sensations, of transforming an observation into a state of mind.

She felt, with intensity only fifteen could know. And it was a true and dreadful intensity, no less to be credited because one found her wracked in the throes of it.

Good heavens, did every woman have this much trouble breathing when standing so close to a handsome man? "Ah, yes.

All that you ever need to know about genitals is that they are made up of flesh, blood, and millions of tiny, restless nerve endings - anything else that you read into them is mere hallucination, a product of your own overactive imagination.

States of the atmosphere pass into us as water through the meshes of a sieve, and storms occur in us before they break upon the world without, creating restless sensations. ("Absolute Evil")

Y si nos mordemos el dolor es dulce, y si nos ahogamos en un breve y terrible absorber simultáneo de aliento, esa instantánea muerte es bella. Y hay una sola saliva y un solo sabor a fruta madura, y yo te siento temblar como una luna en el agua.

Y si nos mordemos el dolor es dulce, y si nos ahogamos en un breve y terrible absorber simultáneo del aliento, esa instantánea muerte es bella.

Mover esa tacita altera el juego de relaciones de toda la casa, de cada objeto con otro, de cada momento de su alma con el alma entera de la casa y su habitante lejana. Y yo no puedo acercar los dedos a un libro, ceñir apenas el cono de luz de una lámpara, destapar la caja de música, sin que un sentimiento de ultraje y desafío me pase por los ojos como un bando de gorriones.

Para leer en forma interrogativa Has visto verdaderamente has visto la nieve los astros los pasos afelpados de la brisa Has tocado de verdad has tocado el plato el pan la cara de esa mujer que tanto amas Has vivido como un golpe en la frente el instante el jadeo la caída la fuga Has sabido con cada poro de la piel sabido que tus ojos tus manos tu sexo tu blando corazón había que tirarlos había que llorarlos había que inventarlos otra vez.

I'm tired of thinking and I'm really tired of Feeling. —Jenna Richards