Quotes About Sensation

Is driving me crazy your idea of seduction?

he felt his heart stop. He knew each curve and volume and tactile sensation intimately, her image reconstructed by his searching fingers. And he was wretchedly struck at the horrendous extent of her danger. She had come for him, he knew without a doubt, and if he hadn't known he loved her before, he would have surely then. She was here beside him

Something in the way he said this filled me with warmth and instant joy. It was as though I had been sipping hot cocoa and the liquid was sliding down my throat and into my tummy on the coldest winter day. The feeling was lovely and exhilarating, even though it was surely ninety degrees in the park.

Really, the combination of the scabs and the ointment looks hideous. I can't help enjoying his distress. "Poor Finnick. Is this the first time in your life you haven't looked pretty?" I say. "It must be. The sensation's completely new. How have you managed it all these years?" he asks. "Just avoid mirrors. You'll forget about it," I say. "Not if I keep looking at you," he says.

The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest down through my body out along my arms and legs to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me the kisses have the opposite effect of making my need greater.

Povero Finnick. E' la prima volta che ti capita di non sembrare carino?" lo stuzzico. "Mi sa di sì. E' una sensazione del tutto nuova. Come hai fatto tu, in tutti questi anni?

Me bebo el café mientras caminamos, y descubro que la nata y el azúcar mejoran muchísimo su sabor. Apuro los posos que se han quedado al fondo de la taza y noto que un leve cosquilleo empieza a circularme por las venas.

...and be emptied of gravity and surrounding by the rouge wave of an emotion she could not name.

And in the end... Not even that old familiar sensation of emptiness. Just a hint of helplessness, a frustration for a lost time from a result prematurely injured and failed.

As soon as my lips touched hers, something happened... My chest tightened so much that it hurt, and I almost couldn't breathe. - Mako Delmar

How I wish I only felt using my hands and not with my whole heart.

Dreams are memories. Memories are dreams. But my time with you hasn't become a dream just yet. Because the sensation of your kisses keep me from sleep. I'm in love, God help me, I'm in love.

We suck the pain from each other's lips until everything just blurs away

Chemistry has energy and it's meant to be felt.

Music, I think, he makes me feel like music.

Has your heartbeat ever been so loud it sounded like voices in your ears?

He grabbed my hand and that's when I felt my heart beat for the very first time.

In that sense the description coming from journalism is certainly not just an unrealistic representation of the world but rather the one that can fool you the most by grabbing your attention via your emotional apparatus—the cheapest to deliver sensation. Take

it. It was a physical sensation, perhaps a mixture of joy, pride, and terror.

It seemed to me—the reader may smile, but must not doubt my word—it seemed to me, then, that I experienced a sensation not altogether physical, yet almost so, as of burning heat, and as if the letter were not of red cloth, but red-hot iron. I shuddered, and involuntarily let it fall upon the floor.

Give me a rose, that I may press its thorns, and prove myself awake by the sharp touch of pain!

You'll feel a tingling in your chest, says a surgeon. It's nothing to worry about.

You may feel a tugging sensation near your ankles.

I smell fear, he said with a quiet intensity. But not nearly enough.