Quotes About Sensory

I can even hear the sun. It sounds like a jet taking off in the middle of the night.

The same sound will be experienced as very loud or quite faint, depending on whether it was preceded by a whisper or by a roar.

The brief pleasure of a cool breeze on a hot day may make you slightly more positive and optimistic about whatever you are evaluating at that time.

You think with your body, not with your brain.

Empiricism: The school of philosophy that maintains that knowledge of the external world (as compared to knowledge of analytic logic and its proper applications) comes only from sensory experience. Seventeenth- and eighteenth-century British Empiricism came in reaction to rationalism. Empiricism is a stance in epistemology. It is sometimes summed up by the statement, "What you see is all you get.

George Berkeley makes the case that all our knowledge of the world comes to us through our senses, so in the end all we've really got is this sense data inside our heads. We cannot claim that is a chair out there, only that we have some chair sense data in our minds. So it is impossible to claim that the chair is anything more than a bunch of sensory experiences that we cobble together in our minds and call a "chair.

In an era where the word communication reigns, where an unlimited mass of information can be accessed within a few seconds, we complain about having lost contact with our body and with other human beings. We suffer from extreme solitude, we suffer from no longer touching each other, we suffer from the "virtualization" of our feelings, the expression of our emotions, and our sensorality.

Why do almost all the spiritual paths prohibit sensorality, desire, and passion? Why cut off a part of human potential in order to find plenitude? What kind of plenitude would it be if it did not include the totality of the human?

Celui-là sent la mangue. Encore une histoire avec plus de noyau que de chair.

On hashish, he saw the elaborate furnishings of the nineteenth-century bourgeois interior concentrating "to satanic contentment, satanic knowing, satanic calm . . . To live in these interiors was to have woven a dense fabric about oneself, to have secluded oneself within a spider's web, in whose toils world events hang loosely suspended like so many insect bodies sucked dry.

Tasting scotch was an intense experience; it didn't have the lovely layering of wines

Good or bad, everything smelled more in the South. Inside

I don't want people to sit there and objectively watch the film. I want them to experience it as something that's under their skin, so you try to make the films really tactile.

I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.

Every gray day swells in around you, gold bird. Sinister as the copperhead in thick russet pinestraw, that held-back surge of piled up desire. I think my hands were born to touch and weave with air your intricate dips, veers, blinks always take.

Acertain blue of the sky is so damn blue that only blood could be more red.

As breathing involves a continual oscillation between exhaling and inhaling, offering ourselves to the world at one moment and drawing the world into ourselves at the next, so sensory perception entails a like reciprocity, exploring the moss with our fingers while feeling the moss touching us back, at one moment gazing the mountains and at the next feeling ourselves seen, or sensed, from that distance Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Phenomenon," in Merriam-Webster's Collegiate Dictionary, 10th ed., signifies "an object or aspect known through the senses rather than by thought or intuition." It is commonly contrasted with the term "noumenon" (from the Greek nooumenon: "that which is apprehended by thought"—itself derived from the Greek term nous, for "mind").

Although we've lately come to associate gravity with heaviness, and so to think of it as having a strictly downward vector, nonetheless something rises up into us from the solid earth whenever we're in contact with it.

Such reciprocity is the very structure of perception. We experience the sensuous world only by rendering ourselves vulnerable to that world. Sensory perception is this ongoing interweavement: the terrain enters into us only to the extent that we allow ourselves to be taken up within that terrain.

Other animals, in a constant and mostly unmediated relation with their sensory surroundings, think with the whole of their bodies.

The world and I reciprocate one another. The landscape as I directly experience it is hardly a determinate object; it is an ambiguous realm that responds to my emotions and calls forth feelings from me in turn.

We are by now so accustomed to the cult of expertise that the very notion of honoring and paying heed to our directly felt experience of things—of insects and wooden floors, of broken-down cars and bird-pecked apples and the scents rising from the soil—seems odd and somewhat misguided as a way to find out what's worth knowing.

he was looking at Isla Fawcett, who was looking at her brother Morris, who had his eyes shut because he was asleep.