Quotes About Sensation

I love a hand that meets my own with a grasp that causes some sensation.

A bizarre sensation pervades a relationship of pretense. No truth seems true. A simple morning's greeting and response appear loaded with innuendo and fraught with implications. Each nicety becomes more sterile and each withdrawal more permanent.

Love is like the wind. You cannot see it... But you can feel it.

Our fingers unlace so slowly that I am certain some part of me has been left behind on her fingertips.

It wasn't pain I feared, but no longer feeling it-no longer feeling anything.

she made a purring sound in her throat and pressed into his palm

Feeling must have rendered her numb.

Spirited children experience every emotion and sensation deeply and powerfully. Their hearts pound; the adrenaline flows through their bodies. There is actually a physical reaction that occurs more strongly in their bodies than in less intense individuals. They are not loud because they know it irritates people; they are loud because they really feel that much excitement, pain, or whatever the emotion or sensation might be. Their intensity is real. It is their first and most natural reaction.

painfully curious...about how it feels to fall.

Love begins with an image; lust with a sensation.

Todo era bonito (y nada dolía).

because for pain to be felt there must be a living presence – a me – to feel it.

In other words, the pungent or spicy flavor is not felt on the tongue but is due to volatile oils stimulating the nose.

Pungent, spicy herbs stimulate a response through the nasal scent glands that mimics a taste reaction. True acridity, on the other hand, is the sensation caused by bile in the back of the throat. It is the only completely unpleasant taste.

The fleeting experience of pleasure is dependent upon circumstance, on a specific location or moment in time. It is unstable by nature, and the sensation it evokes soon becomes neutral or even unpleasant. Likewise, when repeated it may grow insipid or even lead to disgust;

El corazón le pesaba dentro del pecho y ni siquiera notaba cómo la cera goteaba en su mano.

We know not through our intellect but through our Experience

But the spectacle perceived does not partake of pure being. Taken exactly as I see it, it is a moment of my individual history, and since sensation is a reconstitution, it pre-supposes in me sediments left behind by some previous constitution, so that I am, as a sentient subject, a repository stocked with natural powers at which I am the first to be filled with wonder.

If I wanted to express perceptual experience with precision, I would have to say that one perceives in me, and not that I perceive. Every sensation includes a seed of dream or depersonalization, as we experience through this sort of stupor into which it puts us when we truly live at the level of sensation.

The subject of sensation is a power that is born together with a certain existential milieu or that is synchronized with it.

In this exchange between the subject of sensation and the sensible, it cannot be said that one acts while the other suffers the action, nor that one gives sense to the other...The sensible gives back to me what I had lent to it, but I received it from the sensible in the first place.

I feel the substance of my body escaping through my head and crossing the limits of my objective body when an ascending elevator stops abruptly.

When I am seated at my table, I can instantly 'visualize' the parts of my body that it conceals from me. As I clench my foot inside my shoe, I can see it. I have this power even for parts of my body that I have never seen.

A bizarre sensation pervades a relationship of pretense. No truth seems true.