Quotes About Sensation

For a moment, as Damon glanced toward Elena, their gazes met and something electric passed between them. It made Elena tingle all over, that look did.

The truth, she found, felt smooth, like a skipping stone in the palm of your hand.

The eye's perception of texture is pale compared to the lips', and I didn't know what velvety was until I knew it with my lips. Oh, kissing. Oh, violin boy.

It thrilled through her like her nerves were channeling starlight. He was safe.

I want very much to carpe you," it says. "I may try to surprise you, though, if that's okay. Also, I can't feel my face and hands.

Aralar?ndaki bu yeni çekim... astrald?. Sanki etraflar?ndaki hava yeniden ?ekilleniyordu ve Karou bunu ta içinde hissedebiliyordu -s?cak ve yumu?ak bir çekim. Ve bir an için elleri birle?mi?ken, Karou kendini devasa bir bo?luktaki güne?e çekilen bir y?ld?z ????? kadar güçsüz hissetti.

Elemental. Love is an element, Karou remembered from a long, long time ago, and she felt like she was floating.

He bent down to her; their mouths met again, and the shock of sensation was so strong, so overpowering, that she shut her eyes against it as if she could hide in the darkness. He murmured and gathered her against him.

Ty reached out and brushed Kit's hair away from his face, an absent sort of gesture that sent a shot of something through Kit, a feeling like he'd touched a live electrical fence.

She supposed it was not the most romantic thing in the world to say that every time she saw James Herondale she felt as if she'd been attcked by a waterfowl, but it was true.

No I just feel a little dizzy. You know, like when you try to read the newspaper in the car and all the lines start waving around and go blurry?" "That doesn't happen to me" "Oh.

Entrando nell'appartamento, Fenoglio percepiì come una traccia nell'aria. Fu un attimo, un'impressione, quasi una cosa immaginata, un ricordo che non riesci a ricordare, un pensiero fastidioso e inafferrabile.

Knowledge is not constructed abstractly on the basis of sensation but problematically on the basis of an initial tropistic and taxic unity, which is the coupling of tropism and sensation, an orientation of the living being in a polarized world.

I have a sensation of losing track of time. In front of me, the mountain floats up with the swell. Drifts away amid tendrils of mist. And then comes back into sight.

This time she did not feel a thing when the Headmaster stuck the pin into her arm.

Follow your body because most of the time it knows where to go.

It always gives me a shiver when I see a cat seeing what I can't see.

There is, indeed, much in nature that we do not yet half enjoy, because we shut our avenues of sensation and feeling. We are satisfied with the matter of fact, and look not for the spirit of fact which is above it. If we opened our minds to enjoyment, we might find tranquil pleasures spread about us on every side. We might live with the angels that visit us on every sunbeam, and sit with the fairies who wait on every flower.

The great object of life is Sensation — to feel that we exist — even though in pain — it is this "craving void" which drives us to Gaming — to Battle — to Travel — to intemperate but keenly felt pursuits of every description whose principal attraction is the agitation inseparable from their accomplishment.

...the heart is full — another throb would split it...

Sensation invested itself in form and color and radiance, and what his imagination dared, it objectified in some sublimated and magic way. Past, present, and future mingled; and he went on oscillating across the broad, warm world, through

It was only for a moment, but it was a long moment to him, during which his blood turned to wine and sang through his veins.

That same feather of foreboding brushed along my spine, making me shiver.

It was that palpable sense of presence shoved up against the reality of absence, like hot against cold, that really threatened to buckle the whole mass.