Quotes About Sensation

The feel of the experience is the important thing, not the ability to verbalize or analyze it.

I used to build up to sensation, accumulating tension until it released a perceptual experience

The senses collect the surface facts of matter... It was sensation; when memory came, it was experience; when mind acted, it was knowledge; when mind acted on it as knowledge, it was thought.

Do you think it takes true pain to experience true pleasure?

Bliss defies description, obviously, since it annihilates you, since you're not there to experience it. You get the lead-up and the come-down, never the zenith.

I think a lot of the misery that people experience comes from that sensation of boundlessness, of infinite possibility.

When I think about you, it's like going on a roller coaster. I get butterflies in my stomach from the highs and lows that you take me on. My head gets dizzy from the turns and the jumbled questions. I feel a rush and I'm out of breath, when you go.

To see the world, things dangerous to come to, to see behind walls, draw closer, to find each other, and to feel. That is the purpose of life.

But all I felt was the coolness against my ankle, where his fingers had been a moment before.

Hands, smooth and strong, reaching to touch me. I know those hands.

There was an ache in my stomach, like hunger or despair.

My body felt hollow in its relief, as if a storm had gone through.

those seconds, half seconds, that line of our gaze connected, were the only moment in my day that i felt anything at all

I could feel every nerve in my body, every brush of air against my skin.

Sentí de nuevo esa sensación de puro equilibrio donde el mundo se había detenido y todo estaba a la espera.

I found his hair between my fingers.

Nel mio petto vibrava qualcosa a cui non riuscivo esattamente a dare un nome".

She had the strange and unaccustomed sensation of having been observed and, perhaps, understood. How odd it was that the person who seemed to comprehend her, to see into her very soul, should be a man who had glimpsed her only once.

A cold fear rinses down through his chest, encasing his heart in an instant, crackling frost.

According to Maimonides, the moral faculty would, in fact, not have been required, if man had remained a purely rational being. It is only through the senses that "the knowledge of good and evil" has become indispensable. The narrative of Adam's fall is, according to Maimonides, an allegory representing the relation which exists between sensation, moral faculty, and intellect.

And so it is with our own past. It is a labour in vain to attempt to recapture it: all the efforts of our intellect must prove futile. The past is hidden somewhere outside the realm, beyond the reach of intellect, in some material object (in the sensation which that material object will give us) of which we have no inkling. And it depends on chance whether or not we come upon this object before we ourselves must die.

It was she whom I loved and whom I could not therefore see without that anxiety, without that desire for something more, which destroys in us, in the presence of the person we love, the sensation of loving.

As by an electric current that gives us a shock, I have been shaken by my loves, I have lived them, I have felt them: never have I succeeded in seeing or thinking them.

Dunno, but my gut says we're onto something, and my gut doesn't lie," Shrake said. "There was that time with that Rudolph chick," Jenkins suggested. "That's because my dick overruled my gut, but my gut was telling me the truth," Shrake said. "What can I tell you?