Quotes About Sensation

The wind in the wires is like the tearing of soft silk under the blended drone of engine and propeller.

he was experiencing did not seem

I felt a trembling along my skin, a treaveling current that moved up my spine, down my arms, pulsing out from my fingertips. I was practically radiating. The body knows things a long time before the mind catches up to them. I was wondering what my body knew that I didn't.

he felt God the same way arthritic monks felt rain coming in their joints. He felt only a hint of him.

To be honest, I had been restless...The sensation would rise suddenly like freight from the ocean floor--the unexpected discontent of cows in their pasture. The constant chewing of all that cud.

She inhaled air so damp it seemed to drench her lungs.

Kit-He said my name again and again.Just...Kit.We held each other tight,rocking,trying to milk the last drops of sensation.Wring the last flashes of lightening.Riders on the storm.

Ihre Schuhe - ihre Tanzschuhe - lagen unter dem Tisch, und ihre Haare wirkten feucht - vielleicht von Tanzen, vielleicht aber auch vom Leben.

La noche anterior había sido como hacer el amor con una memoria, con la memoria de una mujer, y no con la mujer presente, igual que seguimos sintiendo, después de pisar una piedra con el pie desnudo, la forma de la piedra en el arco del pie

The sensation wasn't repellent, though she had believed somewhere it would be. Someone had left her with that impression, but, whoever they were, they were wrong. It was ... mesmerizing. She could sense the length of him against her buttocks as well as a kind of heaviness, a substantive presence. He was changing right there under her, growing longer and thicker, information she acquired through the unlikely source of her bum, while he kissed her mouth.

She could sense the length of him against her buttocks as well as a kind of heaviness, a substantive presence. He was changing right there under her, growing longer and thicker, information she acquired through the unlikely source of her bum, while he kissed her mouth. Heavens, what a sensation.

he was struck again by that odd sense of somehow being more alive than he'd been just seconds earlier.

It had been the oddest sensation when she'd met him, almost as if she were a jagged puzzle piece finally finding its mate.

Michael felt something tearing in his chest. His heart, probably, but he was growing so used to the feeling it was a wonder he still noticed it.

He loved her. It was the strangest, most wonderful sensation. It was exhilarating. It was as if the world had suddenly become open to him. Clear. He understood. He understood everything he needed to know, and it was all right there in her eyes.

He touched her lips and she felt it in her toes. It was a singularly odd—and singularly wonderful—sensation.

the first splats of raindrops began to dance against his face.

I was upstairs," she continued, "and it was stuffy, and hot. Only it wasn't hot, but it felt like it should be." It was the damnedest thing, but he understood.

Color is an intense experience on its own.

If there is a doctrine, a message behind Live, it's just that wordless intensity that doesn't necessarily have to mean anything.

This is because the caress is not a simple stroking; it is a shaping.

and stepped inside, and instantly felt the damp and cold

Me duele hasta la punta de las venas.

Patachula habla de la información como de una droga adictiva. Cree que en el fondo no nos interesa la noticia, sino la sensación placentera que nos produce. ¡Qué alivio saber que una desgracia le ha ocurrido al prójimo y no a nosotros!