Quotes About Sensation

Go where the pain is, go where the pleasure is.

I was feeling fear. Not a wild, mortal fear, but something cold like a hook in my side.

And I had the most disconcerting sensation: that in my memory she would look up from that game of solitaire and the sockets of her eyes would be empty.

And through the gloom I saw that mortal boy watching me, and I smelled the hot aroma of his flesh.

The only pain in pleasure is the pleasure of pain

He felt the blood pounding inside him, but it wanted more blood. His hands and feet were now painfully cold.

Un monumento non ti dice che questo o quell'altro uomo è passato di lì, ma che ciò che ha provato in un punto del tempo e dello spazio continua. La luna che illuminava allora New Orleans sorge ancora. Finché saranno in piedi quei monumenti, essa sorgerà ancora. Questa sensazione, almeno qua... e là... resta identica.

Listen, keep your eyes wide,' Lestat whispered to me, his lips moving against my neck. I remember that the movement of his lips raised the hair all over my body, sent a shock of sensation through my body that was not unlike the pleasure of passion.…

I never knew what life was until it ran out in a red gush over my lips, my hands!

I could feel the attention as if it were an embrace.

The life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more. The life of the spirit requires less and less; time is ample and its passage sweet.

At its best, the sensation of writing is that of any unmerited grace. It is handed to you, but only if you look for it. You search, you break your heart, your back, your brain, and then--and only then--it is handed to you.

The sensation of writing a book is the sensation of spinning, blinded by love and daring.

The physical shock took away the pain of being.

But I can hardly remember what it felt like. It's like everything that happens to you. It doesn't feel real.

The deeper into the sensation she went, beneath his weight and his urging, the more it was like going into a room of utter darkness, which she felt was familiar from a time before her birth; it was something other, or beyond; it was like death, or very near it.

I plunged my head under the water voluntarily...the physical shock took away the pain of being.

It seemed to me that the two remaining masts almost leaned forward, out of the vertical, so great was the pressure of wind in sails. Nothing broke, nothing tore—so beautiful was our position and so constant the current of air. It made the blood sing in my veins, and I knew I could be a sailor for life, if I chose. Yes, I could gladly wait a lifetime, a full sixteen years more, for such a sensation again. Without our effort, grace moved us forward.

Pantyhose feel weird.

As I delve deeper still, we breathe together. She's sweet in my nose, honey against my tongue, a drug in my veins.

my nose bled like a firework

I've been around a lot of wraiths, and he doesn't feel like that either, though. It's a strange sensation. Like human wrapped in evil." – Caleb "Oh, great. Our coach is a pig-in-the-blanket for Satan." – Nick

But for the last couple of weeks I've had this bizarre sensation that something is watching me. (Simone) You mean someONE, right? (Tate) I know it sounds crazy – (Simone) I just had a body walk off the table mid-autopsy and you think your story is nuts? (Tate)

The attraction of a life devoted to sensation, pleasure and self would probably wear thin one day, but there was still plenty of time for that yet.