Quotes About Sensation

Her eyes filled with light, like sea-polished amber, and his throat constricted suddenly, too full of words.

I love the slow, warming sensation of my body going numb when I drink.

Euphemia's eyelashes were blown back into her eyes, and her hair was whipped about until it all came down and streamed out behind her.

Zijn grote gouden speer...gevuld met vuur... Werd verscheidene malen in me gestoken... Tot diep in mijn binnenste... Een zo overweldigende heerlijkheid dat je onmogelijk kon wensen dat het ophield.

Su contacto tenía una fuerza tierna y los dedos de ambos se entrelazaron con tanta naturalidad que tuvo la sensación que llevaban haciéndolo toda la vida

Aunque las luces estaban apagadas, Langdon notaba que todos estaban atónitos. Y él notaba un cosquilleo en su interior. Por eso se dedicaba a la docencia.

parecían estar de acuerdo. Intentó sobreponerse a esa sensación de incertidumbre. Era muy extraño

Thinking none of this but feeling all of it

For years we had the persistent sensation in our life and art - John Updike's phrase - that we were just beginning.

the feeling of having in the middle of my body a ball of wool that quickly winds itself up, its innumerable threads pulling from the surface of my body to itself.

detonante universal del enfado sea la sensación de hallarse amenazado.

You either have a feeling or you don't - Min

Chiudendo la porta sul mondo reale, potremo vivere in pace nel nostro. Sappiamo che un mondo senza dolore è un mondo senza sentimento... ma un mondo senza sentimento è un mondo senza dolore.

A sensação era de viver a morte - ou pior, de nunca ter estado realmente vivo e consciente. Almas murchavam desde o início e estavam condenadas a encarar o tempo e o espaço do cotidiano.

The mind is used to, and marvelously capable of, moving quickly and harmonizing with the flow of life, which itself also has great mobility. Every time we intervene to make something that is transitory by nature last, we block the natural flow of life. Every time we intervene in an attempt to cut off a sensation or an emotion that does not correspond to our desires, we paralyze, we block the natural flow of life.

That water's colder'n hell! That's what makes it good. That's what makes it help all your bruises'n bumps'n stuff. It's colder'n a goddam witch's tit in there!

Their failure was something you felt rather than saw.

she shivered and flushed. When she was pregnant

The last word went like a bullet to my heart. My arm lost all sensation of the hand that grasped it. I never moved and never spoke. The sharp autumn breeze that scattered the dead leaves at our feet, came as cold to me, on a sudden, as if my own mad hopes were dead leaves, too, whirled away by the wind like the rest. Hopes! Betrothed, or not betrothed, she was equally far from me. Would other men have remembered that in my place? Not if they loved her as I did.

A confused sensation of having suddenly lost my familiarity with the past, without acquiring any additional clearness of idea in reference to the present or the future, took possession of my mind. Circumstances that were but a few days old, faded back in my memory, as if they had happened months and months since.

Sensation is unorganized stimulus, perception is organized sensation, conception is organized perception, science is organized knowledge, wisdom is organized life: each is a greater degree of order, and sequence, and unity.

The great achievement of Kant is to have shown, once for all, that the external world is known to us only as sensation; and that the mind is no mere helpless tabula rasa, the inactive victim of sensation, but a positive agent, selecting and reconstructing experience as experience arrives.

For the mind of man (and here at last is the great thesis of Kant) is not passive wax upon which experience and sensation write their absolute and yet whimsical will; nor is it a mere abstract name for the series or group of mental states; it is an active organ which moulds and coördinates sensations into ideas, an organ which transforms the chaotic multiplicity of experience into the ordered unity of thought.

Once I waked with a black void rushing under me.