Quotes About Sensuous

Case gradually became aware of the music that pulsed constantly through the cluster. It was called dub, a sensuous mosaic cooked from vast libraries of digitalized pop;

It was called dub, a sensuous mosaic cooked from vast libraries of digitalized pop; it was worship, Molly said, and a sense of community.

As they worked, Case gradually became aware of the music that pulsed constantly through the cluster. It was called dub, a sensuous mosaic cooked from vast libraries of digitalised pop; it was worship, Molly said, and a sense of community.

Leaning forward, he dusted a kiss over her lips, his touch light and sensuous. Her eyes closed, wonder and delight shimmering through her like faerie dust- dreams wrapping her in their silken hold. "You love me, Grace." His mouth brushed against hers. "That's what you said last night. You meant it, did you not?" Her eyes opened, locking on his. "Yes, I meant it," she said in a hushed tone. "Of course, I love you.

The web, then, or the pattern, a web at once sensuous and logical, an elegant and pregnant texture: that is style, that is the foundation of the art of literature.

Beauty is merely the Spiritual making itself known sensuously.

I was drawn to photography as an extension of film, and the beauty of film is that it's a sensuous, fetishistic medium.

St. Vincent. Her husband. He was naked, or at least the upper half of him was. He slept on his stomach, his smoothly muscled arms curved around the pillow beneath his head. The broad lines of his shoulders and back were so perfect that they seemed to have been carved from pale Baltic amber and sanded to a glossy finish. His face was much softer in repose than it was in wakefulness... the calculating eyes were closed, and his mouth was relaxed into gentle, innocently sensuous lines.

The world we suggest is a new wild west. A sensuous evil world. Strange and haunting, the path of the sun…

Wendy Belle wasn't the type of model foreign princes married. Yes, tall and graceful, but she didn't radiate a Grace Kelly-like cold beauty. Her lips were too sensuous for that, her eyes too mysterious. Her face was beautiful and perfect in its own way. More than beautiful - interesting. She was the type of woman a man could look at for a lifetime and not get bored.

This is like a cookie, it tastes like a cookie having sex with a doughnut.

Music, verily, is the mediator between intellectual and sensuous life... the one incorporeal entrance into the higher world of knowledge which comprehends mankind but which mankind cannot comprehend.

In order to design buildings with a sensuous connection to life, one must think in a way that goes far beyond form and construction.

Lips with such sweetness in their honeyed deeps As fills the rose in which a fairy sleeps.

Form, which should be the clean - cut expression of mechanical excellence has become sensuous and organic.

Music contains a whole gamut of experience, from sensuous elements to ultimate intellectual harmonies.

For art to be reality, the whole sensuous being must be caught up in the experience.

I was sensible also of their voices, more disquieting still, perhaps (for not only does a voice offer the same strange and sensuous surfaces as a face, it issues from that unknown, inaccessible region the mere thought of which sets the mind swimming with unattainable kisses), their voices each like the unique sound of a little instrument into which the player put all her artistry and which was found only in her possession.

The superiority of spiritual power over sensuous is the central point of Christian Science.

Her breath is like honey spiced with cloves, Her mouth delicious as a ripened mango.

An instant later, they were kissing. It was no light brush this time, no exploring touch. This was all tongues and teeth and wicked wetness as he kissed her like a man who had rough, sweaty, dirty sex on his mind and didn't care if she knew it.

His lips…his lips should've been illegal.

Nina felt an inordinate pleasure, a pleasure that seemed to creep up on her the way the mud oozed through her barefoot toes.

love the feel of a book. I love the touch and smell and sound of the pages. I love the handling. A book is a sensual thing.