Quotes About Sensations

It is the touch of the senses that brings all this quality of existence: heat and cold, pleasure and pain.

For purposes of marketing, writers are designated as poets, novelists, or something else. But writing is about matchmaking, an attempt to marry sensations with apt words.

For me, the most luxurious place is somewhere that allows you to feel emotions and pleasures.

The same sensations that you get in heavy metal are in horror movies. Heavy metal sounds evil and horror movies are evil, ha ha!

I'm a big music person. I compare a lot of my emotions to how something sounds.

That dip in the road- that sends your belly to your throat... that's how it feels when you kiss me.

i closed my eyes and i loved you ... dreams are such beautiful things

Reading a great novel gives the same feeling you have when you fall in love.

The first kiss and the first glass of wine are the best.

I believe that thoughts and feelings reside on the same nerve-ending…they are called heartstrings

Your smile breaks my heart, And your laughter burns my skin, And if I had to tell you how I feel, That's where I'd begin.

We feel through our minds, we live through our hearts, and we love through our eyes.

I can't figure out if I like him. He's polite. It's the kind of politeness that makes you feel full, as if you've eaten too much jam

de aquel que estudie en lo antiguo algo que no sea el arte puro, la lógica, el método general! De tanto zambullirse en ello, pierde el recuerdo del presente; abdica el valor y los privilegios que otorga la circunstancia; pues casi toda nuestra originalidad proviene del sello que imprime el tiempo en nuestras sensaciones.

But she project vitality - you knew that she was there. I could feel vibrations running between us.

Time drunk and damp, everything burning, everything wet, everything fine.

las sensaciones de bienestar surgen en los momentos más extraños...

The odor of frying bacon, sausage links, and ham tiptoed on little pig feet all the way to the north end of the second floor. Inevitably, the odor made her simultaneously ravenous and nauseated. She hated the sensation. It reminded her of pregnancy. Every Sunday morning, Leigh-Cheri awoke to a pan of fried fear.

it's easier to scratch your ass than your heart.

I could feel that purple deep inside me. And that lemonade Mama used to make when Pap came in out the fields. It be cool and yellowish, with seeds floating near the bottom. And that streak of green them june bugs made on the trees the night we left from down home. All of them colors was in me. Just sitting there. So when Cholly come up and tickled my foot, it was like them berries, that lemonade, them streaks of green the june bugs made, all come together.

She moved closer to me, put her hands to my face, and kissed me softly on the lips. God, it felt so good. So perfect, so right... It felt so good, I nearly fell off the roof.

The glittery feeling. She'd named it because it felt to her as if her skin and everything beneath it briefly became shiny and jumpy and bubbly, as if glitter materialized inside her, then rose quickly through the layers of tissue that comprised her, momentarily sparkling all over the surface of her skin before dissipating into the air. Martha

I don't know if that's love, to need the sensations produced by the body more than the body itself. Not the kiss, but the taste of celery that came after. Not his hands, but the sound of his hands making art. Not the fact that he was here only for this summer, but the fact that I might find reminders of him in surprising places for the rest of my life.

Everyone absolutely knows what a strawberry tastes like, even if you are allergic to them. Everyone absolutely knows what the toilet flushing sounds like. Everyone absolutely scratches their mosquito bites. And I know that I was absolutely ready to die. This wasn't a cry for help. I didn't want to be saved. I was ready to call it quits. Done. Terminado.