Quotes About Sensation

I will remember the feel of his hand around mine for the rest of my life.

This was what happiness felt like - this wondrous, miraculous alternative to dread.

This was a time in my life when I was so filled with longing for so many things that were so far out of reach that at least once a day I thought my heart would implode from the sheer force of unrequited desire. By desire I am not referring to apartments I wanted to occupy or furniture I wanted to buy or even people I was attracted to (well, I'm referring to those things a little) but, rather, a sensation I can only describe as the ache of not being there yet.

I need to feel the earth beneath my feet, between my toes—the splinters, the bindi-eyes, the burning sensation of hot dirt, the sting of cuts, the twigs, the bites, the heat, the discomfort, the everything. I need desperately to feel it all, so when something wonderful happens, the contrast will be so massive that I will bottle the impact and keep it for the rest of my life.

Because I want to feel something other than this emotional crap

I tot el que quedaria, potser, seria només un senyal de peus molls damunt la terra per on hauria fugit corrent; d'aquells peus que s'enduien al damunt una cosa tendra i tèbia que m'hauria ajudat a viure i a dormir i a respirar...

I can feel the sensation (it burns) of being called crazy when you feel wounded and desperate.

I have spoken in tongues of fire. I have torn whole towns in two for love. I have courted insanity, crouching in the gap between what this moment feels like (smoldering fire fanned into the most logical flames) and how it looks to other people (the psychotic break of spontaneous combustion). I can feel the sensation of being called CRAZY when you feel WOUNDED and DESPERATE.

O sabor do beijo resvala entre o lábio e dente, entre vida e morte. Lâmina e veludo, qual dos dois no beijo a gente toca? Asfixiação boca-a-boca: isso é o beijo.

Fui para o convés, molhado até dentro dos olhos.

drippings onto a skillet, which triggered

Although unavailable for analysis the moment it happens, being struck a violent blow on the head is a very interesting experience.

So much of what's important in life seems to sneak up on me. So much time and energy invested in getting ready to go someplace, and then getting there, that the sensation of being there is a revelation.

Why would anyone want to feel pain or fear?" Josh wondered aloud, both intrigued and repelled by the very idea. It seemed somehow wrong. "So they can feel alive," Scatty said.

Este o senza?ie stranie: s? sim?i cum via?a ?i se schimb? total; e suficient s? stai pe loc, s? nu faci nimic, s? percepi senza?ia de schimbare.

In quel periodo cominciò a leggere Kafka. La prima volta provò una sensazione di freddo, di gelo insidioso; qualche ora dopo aver terminato Il Processo si sentiva ancora intorpidito, molle.

Me quedé así, entre las potencialidades sin forma, más allá incluso de la forma y de la ausencia de forma, durante un tiempo que no alcancé a definir; luego, ante mí apareció algo, un comienzo casi imperceptible, como el recuerdo o el sueño de una sensación de gravedad; entonces volví a ser consciente de mi respiración y de las tres dimensiones del espacio, que poco a poco se volvió inmóvil. A

The Empress Marie-Louise once asked me if I believed in ghosts. 'I find it hard to believe in something I've never seen,' I told her. But perhaps ghosts aren't meant to be seen. Perhaps they are meant to be felt.

perhaps ghosts aren't meant to be seen. Perhaps they are meant to be felt.

It's snowing." Rhys looked up at the light flakes that had started to drift down. "Yes, it is." I grimaced as I got smacked in the eyeball with a large wet flake when I looked up.

It is usual to explain the motivation of those who enjoy dangerous activities as some sort of pathological need: they are trying to exorcise a deep-seated fear, they are compensating, they are compulsively reenacting an Oedipal fixation, they are "sensation seekers." While such motives may be occasionally involved, what is most striking, when one actually speaks to specialists in risk, is how their enjoyment derives not from the danger itself, but from their ability to minimize it.

air smelled heavy and damp, like an unventilated attic. Assuming

From the moment she'd met him, she'd felt his presence all around her.

În curtea interioar? ce ne strângea pur È™i simplu la umeri ca o hain? prea strâmt?, vântul negru È™i cald ne învelea într-un fel de tristeÈ›e creol?, parc? venit? din amintiri foarte vechi.