Quotes About Sensory

The dominant invades the entire picture, as it were. In this way I seek to individualize the color, because I have come to believe that there is a living world of each color and I express these worlds.

It seems like everything that we see perceived in the brain before we actually use our own eyes, that everything we see is coming through computers or machines and then is being input in our brain cells. So that really worries me.

The way I miss my daughter Esme is to worry about her. It is not a pleasurable longing. It contorts my body and scrambles my brain, makes me stop breathing, clench my jaw and my fists, it makes me frown, and makes me blind and deaf, in fact entirely without sensory perception.

The worst thing for me is to not taste what I'm eating, to not know what I'm eating. It upsets me to no avail.

I've stood around bogs wearing half a million dollars' worth of jewelry, up to my knees in the rot, thinking how much more or less the place smelled like a sewer than it did the day before.

If you bite and chew the peel of a banana, then eat the fruit of the banana itself, you will find that it tastes like a tomato. I swear.

There's a point of no return when you're cooking tomatoes. A little too much heat, a little too long in the pot, and you lose that sense of fresh ripeness that makes tomatoes so great.

When you look at the brain regions associated with picking up data from the body, a huge amount of the brain is devoted to picking up information from the lips and tongue.

The only way reliably to gauge the heat of any particular chilli is to cut it in half, so exposing the core and membranes, and to dab the cut surface on your tongue.

Sugar is my friend, not my love. I always season sugar with a bit of acid or salt. Listen to your tongue.

Normal people have an incredible lack of empathy. They have good emotional empathy, but they don't have much empathy for the autistic kid who is screaming at the baseball game because he can't stand the sensory overload. Or the autistic kid having a meltdown in the school cafeteria because there's too much stimulation.

I'm not big on fuzzy or fleecy slippers. I just don't like the texture and the heat. It just gets to be too much.

I have to admit that I can't take a whole fig and eat it on its own as I would a peach or mango. It's just too much.

More than just music, the splash of water or a lone footstep can put you in the moment. Sound is just another tool in the developer's toolbox to draw the player further into the game.

As a restaurateur, my palate is one of my most important tools.

The shape of the meat and the taste of it starting from the top down is a part of me. All of my feelings are coming from inside of the meat down to when I put the salt onto the meat.

Think of color, pitch, loudness, heaviness, and hotness. Each is the topic of a branch of physics.

Now he couldn't hear a thing. No breathing. No scraps of sentences. Not even crackling any more. Nothing. And for the first time, he realised that silence can inflict pain in a way that even the loudest of noises cannot

To wash your hair, apply your makeup and put on clothes that are well-scented with incense. Even if you're somewhere where no one special will see you, you still feel a heady sense of pleasure inside.

They call it poetry, what she feels with her mouth closed. By his.

I take pleasure in tea, appreciating it with my spirit and therefore cannot explain why.

THERE'S A SIMPLE way to understand what a blind man feels in this life: close your eyes and try to do something. Something ordinary, not difficult. Something you normally do anyway 'without looking' – take a spoon out of a drawer in a table, light a cigarette, put a CD in a music centre. It only takes five minutes at the most to understand everything and know that you'll never forget it.

Empowerment of the senses is in the steps of dance

Music does not need the language of words for it has movements of dance to do its translation