Quotes About Sensation

if a yogi is so well blessed with karma to be one who can tread the pleasant path, one who can gain wisdom without undergoing pain, then he can work on pleasant sensation. But for the overwhelming majority of us, as may be observed, there is no choice but to tread the path of unpleasant sensation, for we are not blessed with such karma.

The heat comes off the music.

A new fear like a dragging bruise moving in his stomach.

There's a strange sensation - you recall it from childhood - about sleeping in the afternoon. You rise into a different world from the one in which you lay down. The shadows have been rearranged. There's a sensation of sad sweetness, as if something has been overlooked. I used to feel it coming out of the movies just before dinnertime, after the matinee. How, I wondered, did Broadway actors face it, this bittersweet sense of time's slipping past.

Un jour, d'elle-même, elle se farda les ongles en rouge. Jamais, jusque là, elle n'avait osé le faire. Ce qui la saisit, ce fut que ses ongles ressentirent le froid du vernis. Elle eut alors le sentiment que notre corps en a toujours de nouvelles à nous apprendre.

La sensación de que todo está demasiado limpio y ordenado, de que falta un poco de caos para que parezca verdadero.

It felt oily in his mind and left an aftertaste in his soul.

J'aurais pu lutter contre la cocaïne et lui résister dans un seul cas: celui où la sensation de bonheur aurait été déterminée chez moi moins par la réalisation de l'événement extérieur que par le travail, la peine, les efforts qu'il aurait fallu fournir pour y arriver. Mais je n'avais pas cela dans ma vie.

I felt his voice. Fingers rubbing moss. Smoke curling. Wood worn and smoothed over time. His voice had darkness in it that hovered close to the ground, like a mist hanging over a lake deep in a forest at dusk. A bolt of sea-green velvet. A sensation as much as a series of sounds. It reverberated inside me.

I could still smell the hospital in my nose. It wasn't anything around me. It was her. I stopped breathing, but the smell was still there. I held my breath.

I'm electric with vertigo, even though I'm on the ground, vertigo like I felt once when I stood on the edge of a high cliff in Arizona and looked straight down.

The air had a stinging weight like ocean waves. I felt myself a stranger to the world.

A pleasure rose in me so old and sharp it felt like pain.

The battle was over. Our causalities were some thirteen thousand killed. Thirteen thousand minds, memories, loves, sensations, worlds, universes- because the human mind is more a universe than the universe itself- and all for a few hundred yards of useless mud.

It means touch, basically—almost a hammered kind of touch

You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.

I thought that the vibrissae about my nostrils detected something unique while I was outside.

feeling was an integral component of the machinery of reason.

Dance music is an emotional journey. It's how well you can make people feel something that they haven't felt.

I think dancing is an emotional experience.

A painting is not a picture of an experience, but is the experience.

Black and white can show how something is. Color adds how it is, imbued with temperatures and humidities of experience.

Art is not about understanding, it's about experience.

Pleasure is a sensation. It is written into our bodies; it is our experience of delight, of joy. ... Pleasure will become a marker, a compass pointing to emotional true north.