Quotes About Sensation

Los detalles corroboraban lo que ella decía que era, y eso se agregaba a una sensación sólida, aunque subliminal, de algo cierto que tal vez escapaba a la paranoia profesional de los que trabajan en seguridad

was to come. She lost her fragile grasp on control, unaware of everything but the implosion of heat, the wave of sensation that made her muscles ripple and her

He must have been insane, he thought, not to be overcome in spirit. But he was not. He felt loss of something, some kind of sensation he ought to have had. But he rode that race keener and better than any race he had ever before ridden.

right before a person freezes to death, he suddenly feels nice and warm.

You aroused his . . . that surely was very indiscreet.

Aunque mi cuerpo se hiela, me imagino que me quemo; y es que el hielo algunas veces hace la impresión de fuego.

A wise person would have known this, but sometimes it is better to feel a prickle than to be wise.

Because, you see, this feeling of alive is not so easy to experience

You don't know what cold is until you've experienced the cold you feel when the blood is draining out of your body.

Black soil flew up in divots; the horses' heads pounded up and down like pistons, and he felt a sensation of rushing speed no machine could quite match as the great muscles flexed and bunched between his legs. Havel

like biting down on copper foil.

Everything we do is for the purpose of altering consciousness. We form friendships so that we can feel love and avoid loneliness…. We read for the pleasure of thinking another person's thoughts. Every waking moment, and even in our dreams, we struggle to direct the flow of sensation, emotion, and cognition towards states of consciousness that we value.

I'm not a success, I'm a sensation.

No one called out my name. Finally, I went to open the door. I could smell burning metal.

Coralie felt something pierce through her, as if she were a fish on a hook, unable to break free. She felt a tie to the stranger, drawn to his every movement.

leaning over her stomach, over the baby's feet that were now—little acrobat—pressing themselves up against her breasts. She leaned over the curve of its back and spine as they pressed themselves into her stomach and bladder, leaned over the head that was now pressing itself down toward the worn upholstery of the old car, sensing, perhaps, that its watery world was a tributary after all, not a pool. She

But such a sensation can happen only when I feel free and remain open and receptive to all my feelings, including the negative ones.

I have a feeling that is so hard to describe. It's like a boiled egg in my chest, with the shell left on.

She would have said that love was hocus-pocus, a deception, and she believed that. But at the prospect she still felt a hush, a flutter along the nerves, a bowing down of sense, a flagrant postration

She ached in expected and unexpected places.

Because you rubbed my shoulder last night a poem traveled down my arm.

I felt something stir within me. It took a moment to recognise it. Anger.

Man is no form no mighty molecule no just idea alone — all that Thing — I feel man tender radiance at Heart between breast and belly, that physical place where the Self urges — delicate sensation

Happiness: an agreeable sensation arising from contemplating the misery of another.