A sword could not sigh, but he got that sensation from her.

I have had that identical sensation myself when meeting a stranger.

He hated that sensation: grinding off a piece of filling.

Never felt that sensation of wonder and belonging until my first voyage into deep space.

Yet she could not disentangle that sensation from her personal response.

I, too, had experienced that uneasy sensation of being watched, but could never see anyone spying on us.

First came that sensation, and this time I recognized it right off for what it was.

For a moment, just before sleep came, I experienced again that odd sensation of having lost something.

It would be a long time before he forgot that sensation!

Once again he got that creepy sensation of someone looking over at him, then looking away.