Quotes About Sensation

On the blue summer evenings, I will go along the paths, And walk over the short grass, as I am pricked by the wheat: Daydreaming I will feel the coolness on my feet. I will let the wind bathe my bare head. I will not speak, I will have no thoughts: But infinite love will mount in my soul; And I will go far, far off, like a gypsy, through the countryside - as happy as if I were with a woman. Sensation

Alla intuitionb is intellectual. For without the understanding it would never come to intuition, to perceptionc, apprehensiond of objects; rather, it would remain as mere sensation,e which at most could have significance with regard to the will as pain or comfort, but would otherwise be a change of meaningless states and

She woke to the sound of his heart knocking against his chest. As though it was searching for a way out.

For the first time in her life, Tilo felt that her body had enough room to accomodate all of its organs.

For the first time in her life, Tilo felt that her body had enough room to accommodate all its organs.

Pain is a symphony - a complex response that includes not just a distinct sensation but also motor activity, a change in emotion, a focusing of attention, a brand-new memory.

But the erotic offers a well of replenishing and provocative force to the woman who does not fear its revelation, nor succumb to the belief that sensation is enough.

But the erotic offers a well of replenishing and provocative force to the woman who does not fear its revelation, nor succumb to the belief that sensation is enough. ... For the erotic is not a question only of what we do; it is a question of how acutely and fully we can feel in the doing. Once we know the extent to which we are capable of feeling that sense of satisfaction and completion, we can then observe which of our various life endeavors bring us closest to that fullness.

We had a wealth of something we didn't want, but the wealth itself was intoxicating and we invented games, just so we could experience the sensation of having too much of something.

For the first time since her return, she felt pain, a violent pain, but it made her feel alive, because it was worth feeling.

Listening to it was like having a mud-slimed piece of silk drawn lightly back and forth across her face.

He could feel the pores of his body open like a million mouths and slurp the water in like a sponge.

Hugh stretched out one hand and stroked the fur. It felt cold and rich, it crackled with silky static electricity. Stroking it was like stroking a clear autumn night.

It had been like swallowing a gust of October wind.

Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.

To hate, to love, to think, to feel, to see; all this is nothing but to perceive.

It's an unexplainable feeling, an expression. It's a touch, it's a feel. Once you feel it, it's like no other thing in the world.

This pain is comfort. It is the solace of physicality, like a touch.

We had not mentioned love, but my every nerve ending throbbed with it, and I carried it in a cloud around me, like sea mist.

I might lick you." "If it makes you feel better." I licked him. His aftershave didn't taste as nice as it smelled, but it was kind of nice to lick someone. "It does make me feel better," I said with some surprise. "It really does!

I hadn't realized that music could unlock things in you, could transport you to somewhere even the composer hadn't predicted. It left an imprint in the air around you, as if you carried its remnants with you when you went. For

remembering how unpleasant the sensation of wet socks was.

It's a pang of discomfort but not of pain.

My heart and the elevator, a plummet inside a plummet.