Quotes About Sensations

I am awaiting the return of the nerves to the epidermis. They're being pretty damn slow about it.

Life got its tentacles around you, its hooks into your heart, and suddenly you come awake as if for the first time, and you are standing in a part of the town where the air is sweet—your face flushed, your chest thumping, your stomach a planet, your heart a planet, your every organ a separate planet, all of it of a piece though the pieces turn separately, O silent indications of the inevitable, as among the natural restraints of winter and good sense, life blows you apart in her arms.

Pain and pleasure occur in consciousness and exist only there

nerve cells within the olfactory bulb and hippocampus of a human brain are continuously regenerated. This means that when a whiff of something sparks a memory, be it a smoky campfire or a familiar perfume, the neurons that originally encoded those sensations may no longer be with you, and the memories may now be preserved by cells that never experienced them.

Emotions are beliefs joined with feelings. They can be described as orange because in the energy system, red represents deep sensations or feelings and yellow represents our thoughts. Put those two together and you have orange, the marriage of two interdependent ways of knowing and experiencing.

I remember seeing Oliver!' when I was six and having vertigo in the theatre - I experience that even when I go to theatres now.

There is something very basic to the sense of listening. The sense of hearing is the only one that operates totally from vibrations, without other physical or chemical reactions to receive the sensations.

I feel everything. I feel everything, so when you feel, you know you have emotions and everything. Music is a feeling. Music is energy, vibrations and sounds.

Turning her hand over, Gabriel kissed her palm and shaped her fingers against his cheek. his shaven skin was smooth in one direction and softly abrasive in the other, like a cat's tongue. The firelight had turned him golden everywhere except for those eyes, the clear blue of an arctic star.

I tried to curl around him, holding him with my arching body. His mouth was slow and searching, the kisses hard at first, then loosening as if unraveling from their own heat. The pleasure thickened, hard flushes rising through me, bringing the desire to full-slip ripeness.

By the time he released her mouth, she was limp and passive, all her consciousness focused on the sensations that drew her toward some unknown end. Opening her eyes, Daisy looked at him through a haze of sensuality. "That…that was much improved," she managed to say with dignity. "I'm glad I was able to teach you something.

There are some experiences in life they haven't invented the right words for.

Yes, she, Claire Parks, who by all rights should have been dead these many years, her bleached bones rotting in the cold ground, was turned on. Waves of heat rolled through her body in liquid surges. The heat became almost incandescent in her breasts and in her loins, but her entire body burned and tingled with heat and life.

and I drown in them, live in them

To touch is to experience, but to feel is to live.

If she hadn't been sitting, her knees wouldn't have held her up, because he kissed away her annoyance, her good sense, any ability to think, everything.

When I'm with you, bells go off in my head like a moving truck that's backing up.

This was the reason there was music, he realized. There were some feelings that didn't have words big enough to describe them.

The first time she kissed me, I truly thought I'd had an aneurysm - my pulse was thundering so loud and my senses were exploding. This, I remember thinking, the only word I could hold on to in a sea of feelings.

It's fun to mess with feelings.

The only way that you can ever know if something is of value to you is by the way it feels as you are receiving it.

Strange to be a man and never grow big with child. To feel a part of you opening, and a part of you leaving, and howling as if it were not a part of you.

A caress is to a shiver as dusk is to a lightning flash.

Matter is a philosophicalcategory denoting the objective reality which is given to man by his sensations, and which is copied, photographed and reflected by our sensations, while existing independently of them.