Quotes About Sensations

I love when you stand close to me. I can feel your breath fall against my neck and it sends chills and fire all over my body. (Jack)

Levanté los ojos al cielo, que se ponía de un color más suave y más azul con las primeras estrellas y me vino una impresión de belleza casi mística. Como un deseo de morirme allí, a un lado, mirando hacia arriba, debajo de la gran dulzura de la noche que empezaba a llegar. Y me dolió el pecho de hambre y de deseos inconfesables al respirar. Era como si estuviese oliendo un aroma de muerte y me pareciera bueno por primera vez

Tal vez el sentido de la vida para una mujer consiste únicamente en ser descubierta así, mirada de manera que ella misma se sienta irradiante de luz.» No en mirar, no en escuchar venenos y torpezas de los otros, sino en vivir plenamente el propio goce de los sentimientos y las sensaciones, la propia desesperación y alegría. La propia maldad o bondad...

Estaba alegre sin saber el motivo. Veía los colores de todas las cosas con un brillo tan intenso que me daba pena pensar que se apagaría.

And when she cums she screams and she throws a pillow across the room, it goes out the window, over the balcony.

I just think about how saying that you love someone can make your heart feel like some sort of brownie sundae, warm, gooey, sweet and good.

The emotions roused by that most unavoidable of things, food, are astonishing.

The Feeling Being

She could feel tendrils spreading through her chest, like fingers of fire coiling around her heart, and on her tongue was a taste like honey and anise and cream, like mother's milk and Drogo's seed, like red meat and hot blood and molten gold. It was all the tastes she had ever known, and none of them… and then the glass was empty.

The air smelled of salt and frying fish, of hot tar and honey, of incense and oil and sperm.

La belleza, según la sentimos, es algo indescriptible; jamás puede decirse lo que es ni lo que significa.

Why does our host always have tears in his eyes after sex? Due to the pepper spray.

There will be sex after death; we just won't be able to feel it.

I was with this girl the other night, and from the way she was responding to my skillful caresses, you would have sworn she was conscious from the top of her head to the tag on her toes.

I have cultivated my hysteria with joy and terror.

If we have been depressed before, a low mood can become easier and easier to trigger over time, because each time it returns, the thoughts, fe elings , body sensations, and behaviors that accompany it form stronger and stronger connections to each other. Eventually, any one element can trigger depression by itself.

Eve bit into some bacon -- honestly, good sex, a hot shower, then bacon? Did a morning get any better?

He was so hard, like a stone wall, but he was warm, and her body relaxed. Next to him she was able to feel the weight of her own bones, the hard floor underneath her, the currents in the room as the heat came on. Through his presence, she connected to the world around her again.

he loved touching her, loved seeing the spark oh passion in her eyes when he rolled his thumb over her nipple.

What we feel most has no name but amber, archers, cinnamon, horses and birds.

He felt strangely numb. As though from a great distance, he was aware that he was being beaten. The last sensations of pain left him. He no longer felt anything, though very faintly he could hear the impact of the club upon his body. But it was no longer his body, it seemed so far away.

My childhood memories seem to be wreathed in the twin and far from harmonious olfactory sensations of patchouli oil and caustic soda.

Music is music, ultimately. If it makes you feel good, cool.

Love is the only rose whose thorn's prick is sweet.