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... this is the only thing I can say about the matter. The utilitarian results do not interest me.

My hands felt bruised from the hot, dry air. Inside,

To feel the soul without explaining it, without vocabulary, and to represent this sensation.

The power of art is not in communication but effect; what it does, not what it relates.

In death itself there can be nothing terrible, for the act of death annihilates sensation; but there are many roads to death, and some of them justly formidable, even to the bravest.

I feel as if I can think only when I see the words flowing from the nib of my quill, that my thoughts make sense only when they are black ink on cream paper. I love the sensation of a thought in my head and the vision of the word on the page.

I also felt a storm in the air. It prickled on the horizon. I felt it on my skin. The skies were clear, I could not wish for clearer. But I could feel the clouds massing against me, somewhere over the horizon.

In my opinion we must first of all make the following distinction: what is it that always is and has no becoming, and what on the other hand becomes continually and never is? The one comprehensible by the mind with reasoning, the other conjectured by opinion with irrational sensation, coming to be and passing away, but never really being.

She sat back, lifting away her hand. The ghost of its warmth remained on Aaron's skin.

The sole purpose of existence is to open oneself to sensation and to satisfy all appetites as they arise.

The value of any experience isn't in its positive or negative effect on his life but in the sheer luminous power of it, the vividness, the ferocity, the amount and degree of pure sensation that it provides. Intensity.

I don't know if this deception qualified as a half-step down the slippery slope. I had no sensation of sliding. But of course we never notice the descent until we're rocketing along at high velocity.

in ecstasy, it is essentially not about sensation but about passion, and passion is not of the flesh but of the mind and heart.

world is sensation. We drift in an ocean of sensory stimuli: motion, color, texture, shape, heat, cold, natural symphonies of sound, an infinite number of scents, tastes beyond the human ability to catalogue. Nothing but sensation endures. Living things all die. Great cities do not last.

it is essentially not about sensation but about passion, and passion is not of the flesh but of the mind and heart.

We're all bisexual, don't you think? I have the urge for a man, sometimes, and with some of them I've indulged it. It's all sensation. Just sensation.

I don't have visions. It was a presentiment. A feeling, an impression.

Because, I can feel it coming, something powerful, the way you feel the air taking on weight when a thunderstorm is coming.

presentiment

The flesh on the nape of my neck did the crawly thing that it does so well. Some people say this is God's warning that the devil is near, but I've noticed I also experience it when someone serves me Brussels sprouts.

His senses are sodden with lust, so he cannot think, and this sensory overload, this incogitant drowning in sensation

For many minutes before she showed herself, he felt her moving around the place. He detected her presence as unmistakably as he would have sensed the shape of someone blocking the light through a window, even with his eyes closed.

He was dead. However, his nose throbbed painfully, which he thought odd in the circumstances.

Is it usual, what it is between us when I touch you?