Quotes About Sensation

Treading the soil of the moon, palpating its pebbles, tasting the panic and splendor of the event, feeling in the pit of one's stomach the separation from terra... these form the most romantic sensation an explorer has ever known...

poco después de mi regreso a la civilización, tuve otro ataque de locura (si puede aplicarse ese término cruel a la melancolía y a una sensación de angustia insoportable).

Was this what it felt like to do something unselfish? The sensation was weird. Uncomfortable, yet… not awful. Like liquor that tasted like shit but went down smooth.

Pillsbury shouted the only word that came to mind. "Ow!

The gum is so minty in my mouth as I chew it, I can hardly inhale. It's like inhaling the steam off a block of ice, too fresh.

Outside again, the river was invisible in the dark, but I could feel it swell and sink beneath the lawn as I ran back to the office, as if the earth were a membrane, a blister, filling up fast with water or blood, as if I were running across the back of a bruise, thinking it was the world.

despair, he left that farm and came to Bone Gap when it was a huge expanse of empty fields, drawn here by the grass and the bees and the strange sensation that this was a magical place, that the bones of the world were a little looser here, double-jointed, twisting back on themselves, leaving spaces one could slip into and hide.

For a split second, his finger touches my skin, and he might as well have brushed me with a lit match.

His knuckles slid down, grazing my cheek.

There it was again, the prickling sense of standing on a precipice.

The sensation of flight was novel and delightful, and the fact of accomplishing what several eminent scientists have 'proved' impossible gave an added satisfaction.

Unconsciously, one hand crept down to her belly, where an ache was beginning to blossom.

she peeled the wrapper from the gum and put it between her lips and felt the mint bloom on her tongue.

Rain on your body burned my heart. (Pluie sur ton corps - Brûla mon coeur.)

"Are you in pain, dear mother?" "I think there's a pain somewhere in the room," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "but I couldn't positively say that I have got it."

Long before we saw the sea, its spray was on our lips, and showered salt rain upon us.

Gruff and Tackleton was also there, doing the agreeable; with the evident sensation of being as perfectly at home, and as unquestionably in his own element, as a fresh young salmon on the top of the Great Pyramid.

Today I felt pass over me a breath of wind from the wings of madness.

The verdicts in the criminal trial arising out of the Morro Castle disaster caused a new sensation. William Warms was sentenced to two years imprisonment; Eban Abbott received four years; Ward Line vice-president Henry E. Cabaud was fined five thousand dollars and given one year's suspended sentence.

Moving into the hallway, I make the mistake of looking down. The floor seems to drop out from under me, with nothing solid to support me but my own reflection. I take a step, watching the sole of my bare left foot meet its twin rising up on the flipside. I get the weirdest sensation that I won't fall as long as I have the reversed images of my own feet to walk on.

Perhaps, but this Awakening felt very different from those in the past. A peculiar sensation seemed to spread throughout his body, propelled by the very beating of his heart. Within his veins, lycan blood mixed with his own, merging in an unexpected alchemical reaction. He felt a change come over him, a fundamental transformation in his very nature. Power such as he had never known surged through his veins. His eyes snapped open, revealing a pair of jet-black orbs. Hybrid eyes.

They did not like the sensation of having things vibrating on their shells, though. It made them angry. Very angry.

First we feel. Then we fall.

In the ignorance that implies the impression that knits knowledge that finds the nameform that whets the wits that convey contacts that sweeten sensation that drives desire that adheres to attachment that dogs death that bitches birth that entails the ensuance of existentiality.