Quotes About Sensation

When you are courting a nice girl an hour seems like a second. When you sit on a red-hot cinder a second seems like an hour. That's relativity.

When we are uncertain, undecided, embarrassed, or have stage fright, we lose the sensation of self. We sometimes say after an embarrassing moment, "I was completely at sea, I was lost, I was out of my mind." and so on. If the uncertainty is great then feelings of anxiety, fear, or panic can flood in. So we develop strategies to cope with the anxiety by restoring the sensation of self. Men stroke their chins using the stubble as a kind of sandpaper. Women touch their hair.

Un buen recuerdo se borra y cuesta volver a sentir lo que sentiste en ese momento. Cuando uno se ha sentido muy como las huevas, el dolor vuelve fácil. Es eso, no más.

It was the feeling she'd had when Sam had first kissed her in the pub. When he'd first put his lips against her. She didn't know if she'd imagined it or if it had just been the effects of the booze, but it had felt as if a thousand flash bulbs were going off in her brain. As if someone had turned on a very bright, very intense light. And she;d sure as hell never wanted to switch it off.

I am a romantic, in a literary way, by which I mean the Romantic poets, who thought just because a sensation is fleeting doesn't mean it isn't valuable. If the only criterion of value is whether something lasts, then the whole of human life is a waste of time.

It appeared as if I had invited the audience into the water with me, and it conveyed the sensation that being in there was absolutely delicious.

Surfing waves of water or clouds of powder snow is the best feeling on earth.

A sense is what has the power of receiving into itself the sensible forms of things without the matter, in the way in which a piece of wax takes on the impress of a signet-ring without the iron or gold.

It is always by way of pain one arrives at pleasure.

The only pain in pleasure is the pleasure of the pain.

Everybody likes a roller coaster ride.

Black is not a color.

When I see a colour or hear a sound, I am aware of something, and not of nothing.

When something sounds good, I don't think any of the connotations matter.

Usually when you get on the sweet spot of the bat, you don't really feel it.

The cast clubs were a big part of it, too. I found I wasn't getting that instant feedback I was used to with a forged blade. The sweet spot is a shade bigger, and when I didn't hit the ball dead center, I didn't know it, because it still felt great.

The sensation of dying is sweet, sensuous, placid.

A sore ankle, a swollen knee or a bruise makes you feel alive.

When we're at the end of The Rite of Spring or of a Bruckner symphony, I want people to feel the music physically.

The earliest sensation at the onset of illness, often preceding the recognition of identifiable symptoms, is apprehension. Something has gone wrong, and a glimpse of mortality shifts somewhere deep in the mind. It is the most ancient of our fears.

The first snort of coke, the first taste of a woman, the first sip of scotch: every high is different, but somehow the same.

It is because this sensation of truth provides me with a joy I would be unable to describe in human words that I believe it to be from some other world and that, through its miracle, I can already picture myself having passed through the gates of death.

The dishes that were meant to be hot were never quite as warm as those that were meant to be chilled.

Normal persons deprived of sensation progress from having mild to severe hallucinations, starting out with what looks very much like form constants (geometric patterns, mosaics, lines, rows of dots) and building to more developed, dream-like juxtapositions of perceptions the longer they remain in isolation.