Sensory Experience Quotes

“To the rhythm of my deep delight, my fingers tickled across the fabric of the sheets and of reality in bursts of euphoria, making them rustle softly yet firmly, just like sun-crisped leaves on concrete in a breeze—prime ASMR.”
― Aura Biru, We Are Everyone

“In the airport's frenzy, our meeting was a quiet storm of emotions. A million thoughts must have rushed through my mind as I approached him, but I can't, for the life of me, recall anything but a whirlwind humming to the rhythm of my steps—slightly offbeat, like a manic indie song. Heartbeat racing in B minor.”
― Aura Biru, We Are Everyone

“His lips, caught mid-thought, stuttered to silence as I rose on my toes, cutting off whatever half-formed sentence had lingered between us with the only response that mattered: the touch of yes. All the if-onlys and maybe-somedays we'd ever entertained summed up and exhaled in a kiss. The world didn't so much disappear as it contracted to a single, suspended heartbeat, where everything else—noise, movement, time itself—bled into a peripheral blur.”
― Aura Biru, We Are Everyone

“Smelled like home. Stink permeates homelessness: the smell of trash, the smell of dirty streets, of fire bins and piss and other people's body odor, the wet dog smell that saturates your clothes and bedding, the smell of rust and dirt and decay.”
― Duncan Ralston, Where the Monsters Live

“Food always transported her to different worlds and for a second, she imagined herself alone, wading in the warm summer waves of the Pacific Ocean surrounded by the hills of citrus trees that border the town.”
― Elle Jauffret, Threads of Deception: A Suddenly French Mystery

“I listened to the earth. It sings. Most people don't realize that.”
― T.J. Klune, The House in the Cerulean Sea

“I started to get the sense that the endless ticking sound in my head might actually be the sound of the hearts of all the people in the world beating in time with one another.”
― Genki Kawamura, If Cats Disappeared from the World

“When his fingers gently slipped beneath the lace of her underwear, caressing the most sensitive part of an always sensitive body, she bucked her hips and made a desperate sound. For hers was a body that felt everything all at once. The rush of every other living thing and every sensory atom in the air. So when Tom touched her, it was almost too pleasurable to bear.
She watched the realization hit him as he stroked her. He observed how she whimpered and moaned. In the past, with other men, the knowledge of her sensitivity had turned them into mindless, greedy animals, but Raina could see wonder pass through Tom’s dark eyes. His gaze shot to hers and he was looking at her as though she were something to be worshipped.
“Oh, sweetheart. You feel it all, don’t you?”
He continued to stroke, whispering sweet things in her ear while she half sobbed. She caught words like “beautiful” and “perfect” as he slipped his fingers inside her, and the sensation was so overwhelming, she almost blacked out.”
― Elle McNicoll, Unapologetic Love Story