Quotes About Sensation

I hate the feeling of having hair on my neck.

I feel a buzzing at the base of my neck. It's like I'm on eternal 'vibrate' in case of an emergency.

Sensation is not the conduction of a quality or state of external bodies to consciousness, but the conduction of a quality or state of our nerves to consciousness, excited by an external cause.

It was a tidal wave of sensation and emotion, and he suddenly felt that every step he'd taken in his life had been on a path leading to her, as if she were his ultimate destination.

But our love... It's like the wind. I can't see it, but I can feel it. - A Walk to Remember

When we went into the ocean, I watched his body as he dove into the waves, and it gave me a feeling in my stomach that wasn't an ache but something different.

Hayley could see trees whipping in the wind and the bruised fists of clouds that smothered the sky.

I wonder if it is the same for women, whether women always feel this pain when they are fucked? Or is it only in sodomy that pain and pleasure are so linked, so inextricable?

Here are condoms lined with a topical anesthetic for prolonged action. What a paradox. You don't feel a thing, but you can fuck for hours.

My hands are numb. I can't feel my face. My tongue be­longs to some­body else.

I want my whole life lined with a topical anesthetic.

THE HOT WATER'S a scorcher and the cold water's like a winter puddle, and the shower offers nothing in between.

A chill crawls up Miriam's spine. A parade of baby spiders.

The pain, I can assure you, will be exquisite.

Sounds to me like those nails are touching too much gray matter.

Urquhart could somehow feel the glow on his skin as the hairs on his arms raised up and the thick pelt of man fur that covered his torso and back prickled as if the legs of a thousand insects were crawling on his body.

He felt for a moment uncreated. Another kind of awake.

Apart from that strange kind of humor, another sensation seized us: curiosity.

Apart from that strange kind of humor, another sensation seized us: curiosity. I have experienced this kind of curiosity before, as a fundamental reaction toward certain strange circumstances. When my life was once endangered by a climbing accident, I felt only one sensation at the critical moment: curiosity, curiosity as to whether I should come out of it alive or with a fractured skull or some other injuries.

Tiempo después un prisionero me contó que el primer día de su internamiento tuvo la sensación, al marchar desde la estación del tren al campo en la larga columna de reclusos, de estar asistiendo a su propio funeral.

The idea has come to me that what I want now to do is to saturate every atom. I mean to eliminate all waste, deadness, superfluity: to give the moment whole; whatever it includes. Say that the moment is a combination of thought; sensation; the voice of the sea. Waste, deadness, come from the inclusion of things that don't belong to the moment; this appalling narrative business of the realist: getting on from lunch to dinner: it is false, unreal, merely conventional.

She looked before she drank. Looking was part of drinking. why waste sensation, she seemed to ask, why waste a single drop that can be pressed out of this ripe, this melting, this adorable world? Then she drank. And the air round her became threaded with sensation.

I have felt that odd whirr of wings in the head.

As a plant on the river-bed feels the shock of a passing oar and shivers: so she rocked: so she shivered.