Quotes About Sensation

I felt even annoyed at discovering in myself a sensation of freedom as if I had been freed from something by his death.

The long eyelids beat and lift: a burning needleprick stings and quivers in the velvet iris.

the foreign warmth of the skin

felt her heart pirouette toward her feet.

I'm way hot, he muttered. But I don't feel sick. Just — way hot. Fang

from quivering as the lights hit me, and the car rolled

When you're creating a fragrance, you're always thinking about what you want that first smell to be, that first reaction. It's a sensation, like a symphony with all of those layers and notes. I love the way it changes and the way it dries down. The fun thing about scent is that it's unique to everyone; pheromones take on a new scent.

Women of the world crave excitement.

For many feverish years he was burdened with the sensation, an ancient one to be sure, that the incredible sprawl of human history was no more than a pathetically partial record of an infinitely vast and shadowed chronicle of universal metamorphoses. How much greater, then, was the feeling that his own pathetic history formed a practically invisible fragment of what itself was merely an obscure splinter of the infinite. Somehow he needed to liberate himself from the dungeon cell of his life.

I continued to stare at the empty seat because my sensation of a vibrant presence there was unrelieved. And in my staring I perceived that the fabric of the seat, the inner webbing of swirling fibers, had composed a pattern in the image of a face—an old woman's face with an expression of avid malignance—floating amidst wild shocks of twisting hair.

Beauty can pierce one like a pain.

Let me feel how thy pulses beat.

He picked up a handful of grass and squeezed it in his fingers, letting the blades fall back to the ground, two or three at a time. It felt cold and wiry.

I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all

But what she is experiencing here, in the woods, is more than memory. It is feeling, sensation. She feels Parvati in the tranquility of the blue sky. She feels her in the dancing treetops. In each of the submerged stones. In

When someone went too long without touch, they became hypersensitive to the slightest graze. There was truth to it. Last weekend, Eva had almost had an orgasm when her hairstylist shampooed her. And her hairstylist was a grandmother of six.

white-hot orgasm that seemed to emanate from everywhere at once. In that moment, the only sensation she felt, the only thought in her brain, the source of all the pleasure in the world, was Eric.

I remember feeling it even then- the sensation that your heart weighs more than your body- that it might burst out of your chest and splatter all over the wall. I suppose it's called loneliness.

I hoped his last sensation was the euphoria. The peace. The love. I had to believe it was the love.

Happiness is elusive, for sure.But like love, and music, I believe in it because I can feel it.

Back at the Rash [a Florida nightclub], a waif in a lime latex body tube went into the rest room to snort the newest designer drug, XGB5, which gave people the uncanny sensation of throwing money away while chewing their own lips off. It was hard to come by and everyone had to have it.

He is astonished at the fact of his being, and this astonishment leads to reflection: as he leans over the river of his consciousness, he asks himself if the face that appears there, disfigured by the water, is his own. The singularity of his being, which is pure sensation in children, becomes a problem and a question

los colores no pueden comprenderse, se sienten.

What is it to be a color? Color is the touch of the eye, music to the deaf, a word out of the darkness.